It's not your decision. It's hers and mine.” “I'm too old.
She's too young, you're too old. This is nonsense.
“I am too old. Too old for you to do this to me,” Mariam said, balling up fistfuls of her dress so tightly her hands shook.
“For you, after all these years, to make me an ambagh.” “Don't be so dramatic.
It's a common thing and you know it. I have friends who have two, three, four wives. Your own father had three.”
Besides, what I'm doing now most men I know would have done long ago. You know it's true.”
“I won't allow it.” At this, Rasheed smiled sadly.
“There is another option,” he said, scratching the sole of one foot with the calloused heel of the other.
“She can leave. I won't stand in her way. But I suspect she won't get far.”
“No food, no water, not a rupiah in her pockets, bullets and rockets flying everywhere.”
“How many days do you suppose she'll last before she's abducted, raped, or tossed into some roadside ditch with her throat slit?”
“Or all three?” He coughed and adjusted the pillow behind his back.
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