But Mariam did not believe that Jalil would drop her. She believed that she would always land safely into her father's clean, well-manicured hands.
They sat outside the kolba, in the shade, and Nana served them tea. Jalil and she acknowledged each other with an uneasy smile and a nod.
Jalil never brought up Nana's rock throwing or her cursing.
Despite her rants against him when he wasn't around, Nana was subdued and mannerly when Jalil visited.
Her hair was always washed. She brushed her teeth, wore her best hijab for him.
She sat quietly on a chair across from him, hands folded on her lap.
She did not look at him directly and never used coarse language around him.
When she laughed, she covered her mouth with a fist to hide the bad tooth.
Nana asked about his businesses. And his wives too.
When she told him that she had heard, through Bibi jo, that his youngest wife, Nargis,
was expecting her third child, Jalil smiled courteously and nodded.
“Well. You must be happy,” Nana said. “How many is that for you, now? Ten, is it, mashallah? Ten?”
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