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Shewas just about the liveliest, happiest person I’d ever met.” Hesmiled at the memory. “She had this laugh. I swear it’s why Imarried her, Laila, for that laugh. It bulldozed you. You stoodno chance against it.”A wave of affection overcame Laila. From then on, she wouldalways remember Babi this way: reminiscing about Mammy,with his elbows on the rock, hands cupping his chin, his hairruffled by the wind, eyes crinkled against the sun.She, Tariq, and his parents, setting out together-Packing theirbags, climbing aboard a bus, leaving behind all this violence,going to find blessings, or trouble, and whichever came theywould face it together. The bleak isolation awaiting her, themurderous loneliness, it didn’t have to be.But, suddenly, leaving was no longer an option.”Laili and Majnoon. You and theyakknga,the cripple. What wasit you had, he and you?””He was my friend,” she said, careful that her voice not shifttoo much in key.She busied herself making a bottle.”You knowthat.””I don’t knowwhat Iknow.” Rasheed deposited the shavings onthe windowsill and dropped onto the bed. The springsprotested with a loud creak. He splayed his legs, picked at hiscrotch. “And as….friends, did the two of you ever do anythingout of order?””Out of order?”Rasheed smiled lightheartedly, but Laila could feel his gaze,cold and watchful. “Let me see, now. Well, did heever give youa kiss? Maybeput his hand where it didn’t belong?”Laila winced with, she hoped, an indignant air. She could feelher heart drumming in her throat.”He was like abrother tome.””So he was a friend or a brother?””Both. He^””Which was it?””He was like both.””But brothers and sisters are creatures of curiosity.Yes.The Taliban had one thing the Mujahideen did not, Rasheedsaid. They were united.Madam September 1997Ihis hospital no longer treats women,” the guard barked. Hewas standing at the top of the stairs, looking down icily on thecrowd gathered in front of Malalai Hospital.”What do you mean?” she says now.Your undeserving father, JalilThat night, after they return to the hotel, after the childrenhave played and gone to bed, Laila tells Tariq about the letter.At last the fever subsided leaving Jack extremely weak in body, but of a temper simply angelic. He prefaced every request with “please,” he never forgot to say “thank you,” and he sang little hymns softly to himself. Mrs. Wittingham was delighted beyond measure, and when she suggested that the minister might like to call, and Jack replied that it would be very nice to have a chat with that gentleman, the lady became considerably alarmed on the subject of the boy’s recovery. Mr. Daybright, the minister, was really a very pleasant man, as Jack discovered, now that he had time to “take his measure,” as he himself expressed it, and after Mr. Daybright had talked with him for half an hour, and prayed with him, and departed, Jack did not know but he might finally conclude to be a minister himself, and have cake and cider offered him in the middle of the afternoon when he called upon boys with broken arms.when suddenly Nuderkopf Trinkelspiel emitted a most appalling yell, and followed it up with so many others of a similar character, that the song sank to a faltering termination, and the singers crowded around their disturber, scarcely knowing whether to attribute the disturbance to pain or to grace. Several minutes elapsed before Nuderkopf Trinkelspiel sought the cause of his agony, but when at length he extracted the pin from the seat of his trowsers and held it aloft in explanation, no one failed to comprehend the cause of his agitation. Then astonishment gave place to mystery, for it passed conjecture how the pin could even have got upon the bench, with several reliable brethren just behind Nuderkopf and one at either side of him. During the general arising, Jack considered it safer to start homeward to see the company that had been expected early in the evening, but he lingered outside the window just a moment, to see the excitement subside, and great was his mirth as he beheld the wondering faces of the honest Germans. Here he was joined by the Pinkshaw twin and two or three other boys, but just then Vater Offenstein reminded the congregation that time was rapidly bearing them on to eternity, so the brethren resumed their seats, and Jack was going to start for home when the Pinkshaw twin asked, perhaps forgetting Jack’s new professions,Jack had not the strength to resist or devise any way of reducing, without exposure, the protrusion of that one of his pockets which held the buttons. How he wished that the lately despised shirt buttons, so small, so insignificant, had constituted the whole body of the previous evening’s currency, instead of its being inflated by the huge papier-mache sailor buttons from the Pinkshaw twin’s jacket.The doctor admitted that he did.Brownlow, though he managed to conceal his feelings, was disturbed by the manner of his chief and by the telephone message to the doctor; by the whole affair, in fact, for Simon never left the office till the stroke of one, when[Pg 19] the brougham called to take him to Simpson’s in the Strand for luncheon.”‘Twasn’t a horse—a girl, mostly.”Why not make a story about—Billy? People liked reading of the aristocracy, and Billy was a character in his way and had many stories attached to him. He could start the book grandly, simply out of remembered visions of Lord William Tottenham in his gayest moods. L. W. T. emptying bottles of cliquot into a grand piano at Oxford. Oxford—ay, grander and grander—the book should begin at Oxford with a fresh and vigorous picture of University life. Tozer would come in, and a host of others; then, after Oxford, there was the rub.”Can he have gone to see that girl? What’s her address?”CHAPTER VI THE FLIGHT OF THE DRAGON-FLYHiggs, not knowing, said nothing, moving about putting things in order and getting his master’s bath ready.”He was called away, was he not?”