Someone bent over the boy, did the... the mouth-to-mouth thing you're supposed to do. It was pointless. They could all see that. The boy was gone.”
Laila remembered Wajma raising a finger and her voice quivering with piety.
“This is why the Holy Koran forbids sharab. Because it always falls on the sober to pay for the sins of the drunk. So it does.”
It was this story that was circling in Laila's head after she gave Rasheed the news about the baby.
He had immediately hopped on his bicycle, ridden to a mosque, and prayed for a boy.
That night, all during the meal, Laila watched Mariam push a cube of meat around her plate.
Laila was there when Rasheed sprang the news on Mariam in a high, dramatic voice. Laila had never before witnessed such cheerful cruelty.
Mariam's lashes fluttered when she heard. A flush spread across her face.
She sat sulking, looking desolate. After, Rasheed went upstairs to listen to his radio, and Laila helped Mariam clear the sojrah.
“I can't imagine what you are now,” Mariam said, picking grains of rice and bread crumbs, “if you were a Benz before.”
Laila tried a more lightheaded tactic. “A train? Maybe a big jumbo jet.”
Mariam straightened up. “I hope you don't think this excuses you from chores.”
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