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“ ‘Paint It Black.’ ”

                   “Very cool.”
                   “Not sure you’ve practiced enough,” Nahil says with cautious reprimand.
                   Lemar drops the paper napkin he has been rolling. “Mom! Really? Do you
               see what I go through every day? I have so much to do!”
                   Midway through the meal, Abdullah comes over to them to say hello, wiping
               his  hands  on  the  apron  tied  around  his  waist.  He  asks  if  they  like  the  food,

               whether he can get them anything.
                   Idris tells him that he and Timur have just returned from Kabul.
                   “What is Timur jan up to?” Abdullah asks.
                   “To no good as always.”

                   Abdullah grins. Idris knows how fond he is of Timur.
                   “And how is the kabob business?”
                   Abdullah sighs. “Dr. Bashiri, if I ever want to put a curse on someone I say,
               ‘May God give you a restaurant.’ ”
                   They share a brief laugh with Abdullah.

                   Later, as they are leaving the restaurant and climbing into the SUV, Lemar
               says, “Dad, does he give free food to everyone?”
                   “Of course not,” Idris says.
                   “Then why wouldn’t he take your money?”

                   “Because we’re Afghans, and because I’m his doctor,” Idris says, which is
               only partially true. The bigger reason, he suspects, is that he is Timur’s cousin,
               and it was Timur who had years earlier lent Abdullah the money to open the
               restaurant.
                   At  the  house,  Idris  is  surprised  at  first  to  find  the  carpets  ripped  from  the
               family room and foyer, nails and wooden boards on the stairs exposed. Then he
               remembers that they were remodeling, replacing carpets with hardwood—wide
               planks of cherry in a color the flooring contractor had called copper kettle. The
               cabinet doors in the kitchen have been sanded down, and there is a gaping hole
               where the old microwave used to sit. Nahil tells him she is working a half day on
               Monday so she can meet in the morning with the flooring people and Jason.

                   “Jason?” Then he remembers, Jason Speer, the home-theater guy.
                   “He’s coming in to take measurements. He’s already got us the subwoofer
               and  the  projector  at  a  discount.  He’s  sending  three  guys  to  start  work  on
               Wednesday.”
                   Idris  nods.  The  home  theater  had  been  his  idea,  something  he  had  always
               wanted. But now it embarrasses him. He feels disconnected from all of it, Jason
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