She hid the money in a pouch she’d sewn in the lining of her checkered winter coat.
She wondered what he would do if he knew that she was planning to run away next spring. Next summer at the latest.
Laila hoped to have a thousand afghanis or more stowed away, half of which would go to the bus fare from Kabul to Peshawar.
She would pawn her wedding ring when the time drew close,
as well as the other jewelry that Rasheed had given her the year before when she was still the malika of his palace.
“Anyway,” he said at last, fingers drumming his belly,I can't be blamed. I am a husband. These are the things a husband wonders.
But he's lucky he died the way he did. Because if he was here now, if I got my hands on him...
He sucked through his teeth and shook his head.What happened to not speaking ill of the dead?
I guess some people can't be dead enough,” he said.
Two days later, Laila woke up in the morning and found a stack of baby clothes, neatly folded, outside her bedroom door.
There was a twirl dress with little pink fishes sewn around the bodice, a blue floral wool dress with matching socks and mittens,
yellow pajamas with carrot colored polka dots, and green cotton pants with a dotted ruffle on the cuff.
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