“You've noticed a discrepancy, surely. Well, one does not drive a Volga and a Benz in the same manner. That would be foolish, wouldn't it?
Oh, I also ask that when we are out together, that you wear a burqa. For your own protection, naturally. It is best.
So many lewd men in this town now. Such vile intentions, so eager to dishonor even a married woman. So. That's all.”
He coughed.I should say that Mariam will be my eyes and ears when I am away.”
Here, he shot Mariam a fleeting look that was as hard as a steel-toed kick to the temple.
“Not that I am mistrusting. Quite the contrary. Frankly, you strike me as far wiser than your years.
But you are still a young woman, Laila jan, a dokhtar e jawan, and young women can make unfortunate choices.
They can be prone to mischief. Anyway, Mariam will be accountable. And if there is a slip-up...” On and on he went.
Mariam sat watching the girl out of the corner of her eye as Rasheed's demands and judgments rained down on them like the rockets on Kabul.
One day, Mariam was in the living room folding some shirts of Rasheed's that she had plucked from the clothesline in the yard.
She didn't know how long the girl had been standing there, but, when she picked up a shirt and turned around,
she found her standing by the doorway, hands cupped around a glassful of tea.
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