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          don’t have an American embassy in Kabul. That makes things
          extremely complicated. Just about impossible.”
              “What are you saying, that I should throw him back on the
          streets?” I said.
              “I didn’t say that.”
              “He was sexually abused,” I said, thinking of the bells around
          Sohrab’s ankles, the mascara on his eyes.
              “I’m sorry to hear that,” Andrews’s mouth said. The way he
          was looking at me, though, we might as well have been talking
          about the weather. “But that is not going to make the INS issue
          this young fellow a visa.”
              “What are you saying?”
              “I’m saying that if you want to help, send money to a reputable
          relief organization. Volunteer at a refugee camp. But at this point
          in time, we strongly discourage U.S. citizens from attempting to
          adopt Afghan children.”
              I got up. “Come on, Sohrab,” I said in Farsi. Sohrab slid next
          to me, rested his head on my hip. I remembered the Polaroid of
          him and Hassan standing that same way. “Can I ask you some-
          thing, Mr. Andrews?”
              “Yes.”
              “Do you have children?”
              For the first time, he blinked.
              “Well, do you? It’s a simple question.”
              He was silent.
              “I thought so,” I said, taking Sohrab’s hand. “They ought to put
          someone in your chair who knows what it’s like to want a child.” I
          turned to go, Sohrab trailing me.
              “Can I ask you a question?” Andrews called.
              “Go ahead.”
              “Have you promised this child you’ll take him with you?”
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