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has the most beautiful profile. He loves the way her forehead hardly dips where

               her nose begins, her strong cheekbones, her slim neck.
                   “Then do both,” she says, turning to him, blinking back eyedrops. “I don’t see
               why you can’t.”
                   A few years ago, Idris had discovered that Nahil was supporting a Colombian
               kid  named  Miguel.  She’d  said  nothing  to  him  about  it,  and  since  she  was  in
               charge of the mail and their finances Idris had not known about it for years until
               he’d  seen  her  one  day  reading  a  letter  from  Miguel.  The  letter  had  been
               translated from Spanish by a nun. There was a picture too, of a tall, wiry boy
               standing  outside  a  straw  hut,  cradling  a  soccer  ball,  nothing  behind  him  but
               gaunt-looking cows and green hills. Nahil had started supporting Miguel when
               she was in law school. For eleven years now Nahil’s checks had quietly crossed

               paths with Miguel’s pictures and his thankful, nun-translated letters.
                   She takes off her rings. “So what is this? You caught a case of survivor’s guilt
               over there?”
                   “I just see things a little differently now.”
                   “Good. Put that to use, then. But quit the navel-gazing.”

                   Jet lag robs him of sleep that night. He reads for a while, watches part of a
               West Wing rerun downstairs, ends up at the computer in the guest bedroom Nahil
               has  turned  into  an  office.  He  finds  an  e-mail  from  Amra.  She  hopes  that  his
               return home was safe and that his family is well. It has been raining “angrily” in
               Kabul, she writes, and the streets are packed with mud up to the ankles. The rain
               has  caused  flooding,  and  some  two  hundred  families  had  to  be  evacuated  by
               helicopter in Shomali, north of Kabul. Security has been tightening because of
               Kabul’s support of Bush’s war in Iraq and expected reprisals from al-Qaeda. Her
               last line reads You have talked with your boss yet?
                   Below Amra’s e-mail is pasted a short paragraph from Roshi, which Amra
               has transcribed. It reads:




                    Salaam, Kaka Idris,

                       Inshallah, you have arrived safely in America. I am sure that your
                    family is very happy to see you. Every day I think about you. Every
                    day  I  am  watching  the  films  you  bought  for  me.  I  like  them  all.  It
                    makes me sad that you are not here to watch with me. I am feeling
                    good and Amra jan is taking good care of me. Please say Salaam to
                    your  family  for  me.  Inshallah,  we  will  see  each  other  soon  in
                    California.
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