“Wait here,” the girl said quickly. She closed the door. A few minutes passed.
Then a man opened the door. He was tall and square shouldered, with sleepy looking eyes and a calm face.
“I'm Jalil Khan's chauffeur,” he said, not unkindly. “His what?” “His driver. Jalil Khan is not here.”
“I see his car,” Mariam said. “He's away on urgent business.” “When will he be back?” “He didn't say.”
Mariam said she would wait. He closed the gates. Mariam sat, and drew her knees to her chest.
It was early evening already, and she was getting hungry. She ate the gari driver's toffee.
A while later, the driver came out again. “You need to go home now,” he said. “It'll be dark in less than an hour.”
“I'm used to the dark.” “It'll get cold too.” “Why don't you let me drive you home? I'll tell him you were here.”
Mariam only looked at him. “I'll take you to a hotel, then. You can sleep comfortably there. We'll see what we can do in the morning.”
Let me in the house.” “I've been instructed not to.
Look, no one knows when he's coming back. It could be days.
Mariam crossed her arms. The driver sighed and looked at her with gentle reproach.
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