My father believed that there was mysterious forces at work in the world. One day, when he was lecturing me on these tales, a neighbour woman   1  entered, with two geese in hands. She smiled nervously and looked    2   .

 “Yusef, I have a very    3    problem. These dead geese, they keep shrieking in such a sad voice…”.

 My father turned pale. “But dead geese don’t shriek,” my mother    4   .