I'll help you do it in the morning.” “And I have to clean up here.”
We'll do it together. If I'm not mistaken, there's some halwa left over. Awfully good with chai.”
Mariam put the rag on the counter. Laila sensed anxiety in the way she tugged at her sleeves, adjusted her hijab, pushed back a curl of hair.
The Chinese say it's better to be deprived of food for three days than tea for one.
Mariam gave a half smile. “It's a good saying.” “It is.” “But I can't stay long.” “One cup.”
They sat on folding chairs outside and ate halwa with their fingers from a common bowl.
They had a second cup, and when Laila asked her if she wanted a third Mariam said she did.
As gunfire cracked in the hills, they watched the clouds slide over the moon
and the last of the season's fireflies charting bright yellow arcs in the dark.
And when Aziza woke up crying and Rasheed yelled for Laila to come up and shut her up, a look passed between Laila and Mariam.
An unguarded, knowing look. And in this fleeting, wordless exchange with Mariam, Laila knew that they were not enemies any longer.
35. Mariam
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