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          everyone in it is either dead or dying. It’s just you and me now.
          Just you and me.
              “I can’t give you that,” I said.
              “I wish you hadn’t—”
              “Please don’t say that.”
              “—wish you hadn’t ...I wish you had left me in the water.”
              “Don’t ever say that, Sohrab,” I said, leaning forward. “I can’t
          bear to hear you talk like that.” I touched his shoulder and he
          flinched. Drew away. I dropped my hand, remembering ruefully
          how in the last days before I’d broken my promise to him he had
          finally become at ease with my touch. “Sohrab, I can’t give you
          your old life back, I wish to God I could. But I can take you with
          me. That was what I was coming in the bathroom to tell you. You
          have a visa to go to America, to live with me and my wife. It’s true.
          I promise.”
              He sighed through his nose and closed his eyes. I wished I
          hadn’t said those last two words. “You know, I’ve done a lot of
          things I regret in my life,” I said, “and maybe none more than
          going back on the promise I made you. But that will never happen
          again, and I am so very profoundly sorry. I ask for your bakhshesh,
          your forgiveness. Can you do that? Can you forgive me? Can you
          believe me?” I dropped my voice. “Will you come with me?”
              As I waited for his reply, my mind flashed back to a winter day
          from long ago, Hassan and I sitting on the snow beneath a leafless
          sour cherry tree. I had played a cruel game with Hassan that day,
          toyed with him, asked him if he would chew dirt to prove his loy-
          alty to me. Now I was the one under the microscope, the one who
          had to prove my worthiness. I deserved this.
              Sohrab rolled to his side, his back to me. He didn’t say anything
          for a long time. And then, just as I thought he might have drifted to
          sleep, he said with a croak, “I am so khasta.” So very tired.
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