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ray, sometimes it’s hard to tell.”

                   “Thanks, Joan.” He gets up to go, pauses at the door. “Oh. Something I’ve
               been meaning to discuss with you.”
                   “Sure. Sure. Sit.”
                   He sits down again. He tells her about Roshi, describes the injury, the lack of
               resources at Wazir Akbar Khan Hospital. He confides in her the commitment he
               has made to Amra and Roshi. Saying it aloud, he feels weighed down by his
               promise in a way he had not in Kabul, standing in the hallway with Amra, when
               she’d kissed his cheek. He is troubled to find that it feels like buyer’s remorse.

                   “My  God,  Idris,”  Joan  says,  shaking  her  head,  “I  commend  you.  But  how
               dreadful. The poor child. I can’t imagine.”
                   “I  know,”  he  says.  He  asks  if  the  group  would  be  willing  to  cover  her
               procedure. “Or procedures. My sense is, she’ll need more than one.”
                   Joan sighs. “I wish. But, frankly, I doubt the board of directors would approve
               it, Idris. I doubt it very much. You know we’ve been in the red for the last five

               years. And there would be legal issues as well, complicated ones.”
                   She waits for him, maybe prepared for him, to challenge this, but he doesn’t.
                   “I understand,” he says.
                   “You should be able to find a humanitarian group that does this sort of thing,
               no? It would take some work, but …”

                   “I’ll look into it. Thanks, Joan.” He gets up again, surprised that he is feeling
               lighter, almost relieved by her response.









                             The home theater takes another month to be built, but it is a marvel.
               The  picture,  shot  from  the  projector  mounted  on  the  ceiling,  is  sharp,  the
               movements  on  the  102-inch  screen  strikingly  fluid.  The  7.1  channel  surround
               sound,  the  graphic  equalizers,  and  the  bass  traps  they  have  put  in  the  four
               corners,  have  done  wonders  for  the  acoustics.  They  watch  Pirates  of  the
               Caribbean, the boys, delighted by the technology, sitting on either side of him,
               eating from the communal bucket of popcorn on his lap. They fall asleep before
               the final, drawn-out battle scene.
                   “I’ll put them to bed,” Idris says to Nahil.
                   He  lifts  one,  then  the  other.  The  boys  are  growing,  their  lean  bodies
               lengthening with alarming speed. As he tucks each into bed, an awareness sets in
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