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is hips thrusting back and forth。 Some hero I had been； fretting about the kite。 Sometimes； I too wondered if I was really Baba s son。
The bulldog…faced Russian raised his gun。
Baba； sit down please； I said； tugging at his sleeve。 I think he really means to shoot you。
Baba slapped my hand away。 Haven t I taught you anything？ he snapped。 He turned to the grinning soldier。 Tell him he d better kill me good with that first shot。 Because if I don t go down； I m tearing him to pieces； goddamn his father！
The Russian soldier s grin never faltered when he heard the translation。 He clicked the safety on the gun。 Pointed the barrel to Baba s chest。 Heart pounding in my throat； I buried my face in my hands。
The gun roared。
It s done； then。 I m eighteen and alone。 I have no one left in the world。 Baba s dead and now I have to bury him。 Where do I bury him？ Where do I go after that？
But the whirlwind of half thoughts spinning in my head came to a halt when I cracked my eyelids； found Baba still standing。 I saw a second Russian officer with the others。 It was from the muzzle of his upturned gun that smoke swirled。 The soldier who had meant to shoot Baba had already holstered his weapon。 He was shuffling his feet。 I had never felt more like crying and laughing at the same time。
The second Russian officer； gray…haired and heavyset； spoke to us in broken Farsi。 He apologized for his rade s behavior。 Russia sends them here to fight； he said。 But they are just boys； and when they e here； they find the pleasure of drug。 He gave the younger officer the rueful look of a father exasperated with his misbehaving son。 This one is attached to drug now。 I try to stop him。。。 He waved us off。
Moments later； we were pulling away。 I heard a laugh and then the first soldier s voice； slurry and off…key； singing the old wedding song。
WE RODE IN SILENCE for about fifteen minutes before the young woman s husband suddenly stood and did something I d seen many others do before him： He kissed Baba s hand。
TOOR S BAD LUCK。 Hadn t I overheard that in a snippet of conversation back at Mahipar？
We rolled into Jalalabad about an hour before sunrise。 Karim ushered us quickly from the truck into a one…story house at the intersection of two dirt roads lined with flat one…story homes； acacia trees； and closed shops。 I pulled the
collar of my coat against the chill as we hurried into the house； dragging our belongings。 For some reason； I remember smelling radishes。
Once he had us inside the dimly lit； bare living room； Karim locked the front door； pulled the tattered sheets that passed for curtains。 Then he took a deep breath and gave us the bad news：
His brother Toor couldn t take us to Peshawar。 It seemed his truck s engine had blown the week before and Toor was still waiting for parts。
Last week？ someone exclaimed。 If you knew this； why did you bring us here？
I caught a flurry of movement out of the corner of my eye。 Then a blur of something zipping across the room； and the next thing I saw was Karim slammed against the wall； his sandaled feet dangling two feet above the floor。 Wrapped around his neck were Baba s hands。
I ll tell you why； Baba snapped。 Because he got paid for his leg of the trip。 That s all he cared about。 Karim was making guttural choking sounds。 Spittle dripped from the corner of his mouth。
Put him down； Agha； you re killing him； one of the passengers said。
It s what I intend to do； Baba said。 What none of the others in the room knew was that Baba wasn t joking。 Karim was turning red and kicking his legs。 Baba kept choking him until the young mother