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the kite runner-第105部分
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hing; I try to remember what she said about the apples。
Sour apples; I said。 _Mashallah_; you re just about the smartest little guy I ve ever met; Sohrab jan。 His ears reddened with a blush。
Will you take me to that red bridge? The one with the fog? he said。
Absolutely; I said。 Absolutely。
And we ll drive up those streets; the ones where all you see is the hood of the car and the sky?
Every single one of them; I said。 My eyes stung with tears and I blinked them away。
Is English hard to learn?
I say; within a year; you ll speak it as well as Farsi。
Really?
Yes。 I placed a finger under his chin; turned his face up to mine。 There is one other thing; Sohrab。
What?
Well; Mr。 Faisal thinks that it would really help if we could。。。 if we could ask you to stay in a home for kids for a while。
Home for kids? he said; his smile fading。 You mean an orphanage?
It would only be for a little while。
No; he said。 No; please。
Sohrab; it would be for just a little while。 I promise。
You promised you d never put me in one of those places; Amir agha; he said。 His voice was breaking; tears pooling in his eyes。 I felt like a prick。
This is different。 It would be here; in Islamabad; not in Kabul。 And I d visit you all the time until we can get you out and take you to America。
Please! Please; no! he croaked。 I m scared of that place。 They ll hurt me! I don t want to go。
No one is going to hurt you。 Not ever again。
Yes they will! They always say they won t but they lie。 They lie! Please; God!
I wiped the tear streaking down his cheek with my thumb。 Sour apples; remember? It s just like the sour apples; I said softly。
No it s not。 Not that place。 God; oh God。 Please; no! He was trembling; snot and tears mixing on his face。
Shhh。 I pulled him close; wrapped my arms around his shaking little body。 Shhh。 It ll be all right。 We ll go home together。 You ll see; it ll be all right。
His voice was muffled against my chest; but I heard the panic in it。 Please promise you won t! Oh God; Amir agha! Please promise you won t!
How could I promise? I held him against me; held him tightly; and rocked badk and forth。 He wept into my shirt until his tears dried; until his shaking stopped and his frantic pleas dwindled to indecipherable mumbles。 I waited; rocked him until his breathing slowed and his body slackened。 I remembered something I had read somewhere a long time ago: That s how children deal with terror。 They fall asleep。
I carried him to his bed; set him down。 Then I lay in my own bed; looking out the window at the purple sky over Islamabad。
THE SKY WAS A DEEP BLACK when the phone jolted me from sleep。 I rubbed my eyes and turned on the bedside lamp。 It was a little past 10:30 P。M。; I d been sleeping for almost three hours。 I picked up the phone。 Hello?
Call from America。 Mr。 Fayyaz s bored voice。
Thank you; I said。 The bathroom light was on; Sohrab was taking his nightly bath。 A couple of clicks and then Soraya:
Salaam! She sounded excited。
How did the meeting go with the lawyer?
I told her what Omar Faisal had suggested。 Well; you can forget about it; she said。 We won t have to do that。
I sat up。 Rawsti? Why; what s up?
I heard back from Kaka Sharif。 He said the key was getting Sohrab into the country。 Once he s in; there are ways of keeping him here。 So he made a few calls to his INS friends。 He called me back tonight and said he was almost certain he could get Sohrab a humanitarian visa。
No kidding? I said。 Oh thank God! Good ol Sharifjan!
I know。 Anyway; we ll serve as the sponsors。 It should all happen pretty quickly。 He said the visa would be good for a year; plenty of time to apply for an adoption petition。
It s really going to happen; Soraya; huh?
It looks like it; she said。 She sounded happy。 I told her I loved her and she said she loved me back。 I hung up。
Sohrab! I called; rising from my bed。 I have great news。 I knocked on the bathroom door。 Sohrab! Soraya jan just called from California。 We won t have to put you in the orphanage; Sohrab。 We re going to America; you and I。 Did you hear me? We re going to America!
I pushed the door open。 Stepped into the bathroom。
Suddenly I was on my knees; screaming。 Screaming through my clenched teeth。 Screaming until I thought my throat would rip and my chest explode。
Later; they said I was still screaming when the ambulance arrived。
TWENTY…FIVE
They won t let me in。
I see them wheel him through a set of double doors and I follow。 I burst through the doors; the smell of iodine and peroxide hits me; but all I have time to see is two men wearing surgical caps and a woman in green huddling over a gurney。 A white sheet spills over the side of the gurney and brushes against grimy checkered tiles。 A pair of small; bloody feet poke out from under the sheet and I see that the big toenail on the left foot is chipped。 Then a tall; thickset man in blue presses his palm against my chest and he s pushing me back out through the doors; his wedding band cold on my skin。 I shove forward and I curse him; but he says you cannot be here; he
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