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370              Khaled Hosseini


          hands holding the spool were the chipped-nailed, calloused hands
          of  a harelipped boy. I heard a crow cawing somewhere and I
          looked up. The park shimmered with snow so fresh, so dazzling
          white, it burned my eyes. It sprinkled soundlessly from the
          branches of white-clad trees. I smelled turnip qurma now. Dried
          mulberries. Sour oranges. Sawdust and walnuts. The muffled
          quiet, snow-quiet, was deafening. Then far away, across the still-
          ness, a voice calling us home, the voice of a man who dragged his
          right leg.
              The green kite hovered directly above us now. “He’s going for
          it. Anytime now,” I said, my eyes flicking from Sohrab to our kite.
              The green kite hesitated. Held position. Then shot down.
          “Here he comes!” I said.
              I did it perfectly. After all these years. The old lift-and-dive
          trap. I loosened my grip and tugged on the string, dipping and
          dodging the green kite. A series of quick sidearm jerks and our
          kite shot up counterclockwise, in a half circle. Suddenly I was on
          top. The green kite was scrambling now, panic-stricken. But it was
          too late. I’d already slipped him Hassan’s trick. I pulled hard and
          our kite plummeted. I could almost feel our string sawing his.
          Almost heard the snap.
              Then, just like that, the green kite was spinning and wheeling
          out of control.
              Behind us, people cheered. Whistles and applause broke out.
          I was panting. The last time I had felt a rush like this was that day
          in the winter of 1975, just after I had cut the last kite, when I
          spotted Baba on our rooftop, clapping, beaming.
              I looked down at Sohrab. One corner of his mouth had curled
          up just so.
              A smile.
              Lopsided.
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