the kite runner-第59部分

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　You　know；　your　grandfather；　Ghazi　Sahib；　the　judge？　Now；　his　uncle　and　my　grandfather　were　cousins；　　she　said。　　So　you　see；　we　re　related。　　She　smiled　a　cap…toothed　smile；　and　I　noticed　the　right　side　of　her　mouth　drooping　a　little。　Her　eyes　moved　between　Soraya　and　me　again。
I　d　asked　Baba　once　why　General　Taheri　s　daughter　hadn　t　married　yet。　No　suitors；　Baba　said。　No　suitable　suitors；　he　amended。　But　he　wouldn　t　say　more……Baba　knew　how　lethal　idle　talk　could　prove　to　a　young　woman　s　prospects　of　marrying　well。　Afghan　men；　especially　those　from　reputable　families；　were　fickle　creatures。　A　whisper　here；　an　insinuation　there；　and　they　fled　like　startled　birds。　So　weddings　had　e　and　gone　and　no　one　had　sung　ahesta　boro　for　Soraya；　no　one　had　painted　her　palms　with　henna；　no　one　had　held　a　Koran　over　her　headdress；　and　it　had　been　General　Taheri　who　d　danced　with　her　at　every　wedding。
And　now；　this　woman；　this　mother；　with　her　heartbreakingly　eager；　crooked　smile　and　the　barely　veiled　hope　in　her　eyes。　I　cringed　a　little　at　the　position　of　power　I　d　been　granted；　and　all　because　I　had　won　at　the　genetic　lottery　that　had　determined　my　sex。
I　could　never　read　the　thoughts　in　the　general　s　eyes；　but　I　knew　this　much　about　his　wife：　If　I　was　going　to　have　an　adversary　in　this……whatever　this　was……it　would　not　be　her。
　Sit　down；　Amir　jan；　　she　said。　　Soraya；　get　him　a　chair；　hachem。　And　wash　one　of　those　peaches。　They　re　sweet　and　fresh。　
　Nay；　thank　you；　　I　said。　　I　should　get　going。　My　father　s　waiting。　
　Oh？　　Khanum　Taheri　said；　clearly　impressed　that　I　d　done　the　polite　thing　and　declined　the　offer。　　Then　here；　at　least　have　this。　　She　threw　a　handful　of　kiwis　and　a　few　peaches　into　a　paper　bag　and　insisted　I　take　them。　　Carry　my　Salaam　to　your　father。　And　e　back　to　see　us　again。　
　I　will。　Thank　you；　Khala　jan；　　I　said。　Out　of　the　corner　of　my　eye；　I　saw　Soraya　looking　away。
　I　THOUGHT　YOU　WERE　GETTING　COKES；　　Baba　said；　taking　the　bag　of　peaches　from　me。　He　was　looking　at　me　in　a　simultaneously　serious　and　playful　way。　I　began　to　make　some　thing　up；　but　he　bit　into　a　peach　and　waved　his　hand；　　Don　t　bother；　Amir。　Just　remember　what　I　said。　
THAT　NIGHT　IN　BED；　I　thought　of　the　way　dappled　sunlight　had　danced　in　Soraya　s　eyes；　and　of　the　delicate　hollows　above　her　collarbone。　I　replayed　our　conversation　over　and　over　in　my　head。　Had　she　said　I　heard　you　write　or　I　heard　you　re　a　writer？　Which　was　it？　I　tossed　in　my　sheets　and　stared　at　the　ceiling；　dismayed　at　the　thought　of　six　laborious；　interminable　nights　of　yelda　until　I　saw　her　again。
IT　WENT　ON　LIKE　THAT　for　a　few　weeks。　I　d　wait　until　the　general　went　for　a　stroll；　then　I　d　walk　past　the　Taheris　　stand。　If　Khanum　Taheri　was　there；　she　d　offer　me　tea　and　a　kolcha　and　we　d　chat　about　Kabul　in　the　old　days；　the　people　we　knew；　her　arthritis。　Undoubtedly；　she　had　noticed　that　my　appearances　always　coincided　with　her　husband　s　absences；　but　she　never　let　on。　　Oh　you　just　missed　your　Kaka；　　she　d　say。　I　actually　liked　it　when　Khanum　Taheri　was　there；　and　not　just　because　of　her　amiable　ways；　Soraya　was　more　relaxed；　more　talkative　with　her　mother　around。　As　if　her　presence　legitimized　whatever　was　happening　between　us……though　certainly　not　to　the　same　degree　that　the　general　s　would　have。　Khanum　Taheri　s　chaperoning　made　our　meetings；　if　not　gossip…proof；　then　less　gossip…worthy；　even　if　her　borderline　fawning　on　me　clearly　embarrassed　Soraya。
One　day；　Soraya　and　I　were　alone　at　their　booth；　talking。　She　was　telling　me　about　school；　how　she　too　was　working　on　her　general　education　classes；　at　Ohlone　Junior　College　in　Fremont。
　What　will　you　major　in？　
　I　want　to　be　a　teacher；　　she　said。
　Really？　Why？　
　I　ve　always　wanted　to。　When　we　lived　in　Virginia；　I　became　ESL　certified　and　now　I　teach　at　the　public　library　one　night　a　week。　My　mother　was　a　teacher　too；　she　taught　Farsi　and　history　at　Zarghoona　High　School　for　girls　in　Kabul。　
A　potbellied　man　in　a　deerstalker　hat　offered　three　dollars　for　a　five…dollar　set　of　candlesticks　and　Soraya　let　him　have　it。　She　dropped　the　money　in　a　little　candy　box　by　her　f