There would be bodies to step around in the morning. Some would be collected. Others not.
Then Kabul's dogs, who had developed a taste for human meat, would feast. All the same, Laila had an urge to run through those streets.
She could barely contain her own happiness. It took effort to sit, to not shriek with joy.
Babi said they would go to Pakistan first, to apply for visas.
Pakistan, where Tariq was! Tariq was only gone seventeen days, Laila calculated excitedly.
If only Mammy had made up her mind seventeen days earlier, they could have left together.
She would have been with Tariq right now! But that didn't matter now.
They were going to Peshawar—she, Mammy, and Babi—and they would find Tariq and his parents there.
Surely they would. They would process their paperwork together. Then, who knew? Who knew?
Europe? America? Maybe, as Babi was always saying, somewhere near the sea...
Mammy was half lying, half sitting against the headboard. Her eyes were puffy. She was picking at her hair.
Three days before, Laila had gone outside for a breath of air.
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