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Your friends’ wives look down on me, she tells Omid in the car as they ride home from those parties. Her voice then is small and bewildered, and she tucks her hands between her knees when she speaks, looks down at her shoes like a fourth grader before the school principal. They don’t think I measure up, she says, and Omid knows this is true.
She’s a good girl, and she means well, but he can’t really blame the other wives: Bahar’s behavior makes her an automatic target, and at any rate, none of this concerns him, really, all he wants is for her to fade away and leave him to deal with his own frustration over having wasted yet another evening looking for Niyaz. So he throws a tired glance at Bahar and offers the only bit of wisdom that comes to mind: Don’t try so hard.
Copyright © 2007. Permission granted by MacAdam/Cage Publishing.
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