“Now, they What? What? Where are you going? Come back here. Get back here this instant!”
He gave Mariam a bewildered look. “What's the matter with her?”
That night, Mariam was lying in bed when the bickering started again.
It was a hot, dry summer night, typical of the month of Saratan in Kabul.
Mariam had opened her window, then shut it when no breeze came through to temper the heat, only mosquitoes.
She could feel the heat rising from the ground outside,
through the wheat brown, splintered planks of the outhouse in the yard, up through the walls and into her room.
Usually, the bickering ran its course after a few minutes, but half an hour passed and not only was it still going on, it was escalating.
Mariam could hear Rasheed shouting now. The girl's voice, underneath his, was tentative and shrill.
Soon the baby was wailing. Then Mariam heard their door open violently.
In the morning, she would find the doorknob's circular impression in the hallway wall.
She was sitting up in bed when her own door slammed open and Rasheed came through.
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