“You see? Your father agrees.” But later, at the stream, Mariam said, “Take me.”
“I'll tell you what,” Jalil said. “I'll send someone to pick you up and take you.”
“I'll make sure they get you a good seat and all the candy you want.” “Nay. I want you to take me.”
“Mariam jo—” “And I want you to invite my brothers and sisters too.”
“I want to meet them. I want us all to go, together. It's what I want.”
Jalil sighed. He was looking away, toward the mountains.
Mariam remembered him telling her that on the screen a human face looked as big as a house,
that when a car crashed up there you felt the metal twisting in your bones.
She pictured herself sitting in the private balcony seats, lapping at ice cream, alongside her siblings and Jalil.
“It's what I want,” she said. Jalil looked at her with a forlorn expression.
“Tomorrow. At noon. I'll meet you at this very spot. All right? Tomorrow?” “Come here,” he said.
He hunkered down, pulled her to him, and held her for a long, long time.
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