The stairs she and Jalil took were wide and covered with a similar carpet, nailed down at the base of each step.
At the top of the stairs, Jalil led her to the left, down another long, carpeted hallway.
He stopped by one of the doors, opened it, and let her in.
“Your sisters Niloufar and Atieh play here sometimes,” Jalil said, “but mostly we use this as a guest room.”
“You'll be comfortable here, I think. It's nice, isn't it?”
The room had a bed with a green flowered blanket knit in a tightly woven, honeycomb design.
The curtains, pulled back to reveal the garden below, matched the blanket.
Beside the bed was a three drawer chest with a flower vase on it.
There were shelves along the walls, with framed pictures of people Mariam did not recognize.
On one of the shelves, Mariam saw a collection of identical wooden dolls, arranged in a line in order of decreasing size.
Jalil saw her looking. “Matryoshka dolls. I got them in Moscow.”
“You can play with them, if you want. No one will mind.”
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