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the kite runner-第97部分

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 I don t think he s out running around;  I said。  And we re not from here。 I m afraid he might get lost。 
He bobbed his head from side to side。  Then you should have kept an eye on the boy; mister。 
 I know;  I said。  But I fell asleep and when I woke up; he was gone。 
 Boys must be tended to; you know。 
 Yes;  I said; my pulse quickening。 How could he be so oblivious to my apprehension? He shifted the newspaper to his other hand; resumed the fanning。  They want bicycles now 
 Who? 
 My boys;  he said。  They re saying;  Daddy; Daddy; please buy us bicycles and we ll not trouble you。 Please; Daddy!  He gave a short laugh through his nose。  Bicycles。 Their mother will kill me; I swear to you。 
I imagined Sohrab lying in a ditch。 Or in the trunk of some car; bound and gagged。 I didn t want his blood on my hands。 Not his too。  Please。。。  I said。 I squinted。 Read his name tag on the lapel of his short…sleeve blue cotton shirt。  Mr。 Fayyaz; have you seen him? 
 The boy? 
I bit down。  Yes; the boy! The boy who came with me。 Have you seen him or not; for God s sake? 
The fanning stopped。 His eyes narrowed。  No getting smart with me; my friend。 I am not the one who lost him。 
That he had a point did not stop the blood from rushing to my face。  You re right。 I m wrong。 My fault。 Now; have you seen him? 
 Sorry;  he said curtly。 He put his glasses back on。 Snapped his newspaper open。  I have seen no such boy。 
I stood at the counter for a minute; trying not to scream。 As I was exiting the lobby; he said;  Any idea where he might have wandered to? 
 No;  I said。 I felt tired。 Tired and scared。
 Does he have any interests?  he said。 I saw he had folded the paper。  My boys; for example; they will do anything for American action films; especially with that Arnold ??WThatsanegger…… 
 The mosque!  I said。  The big mosque。  I remembered the way the mosque had jolted Sohrab from his stupor when we d driven by it; how he d leaned out of the window looking at it。
 Shah Faisal? 
 Yes。 Can you take me there? 
 Did you know it s the biggest mosque in the world?  he asked。
 No; but…… 
 The courtyard alone can fit forty thousand people。 
 Can you take me there? 
 It s only a kilometer from here;  he said。 But he was already pushing away from the counter。
 I ll pay you for the ride;  I said。
He sighed and shook his head。  Wait here。  He disappeared into the back room; returned wearing another pair of eyeglasses; a set of keys in hand; and with a short; chubby woman in an orange sari trailing him。 She took his seat behind the counter。  I don t take your money;  he said; blowing by me。  I will drive you because I am a father like you。 
I THOUGHT WE D END UP DRIVING around the city until night fell。 I saw myself calling the police; describing Sohrab to them under Fayyaz s reproachful glare。 I heard the officer; his voice tired and uninterested; asking his obligatory questions。 And beneath the official questions; an unofficial one: Who the hell cared about another dead Afghan kid?
But we found him about a hundred yards from the mosque; sitting in the half…full parking lot; on an island of grass。 Fayyaz pulled up to the island and let me out。  I have to get back;  he said。
 That s fine。 We ll walk back;  I said。  Thank you; Mr。 Fayyaz。 Really。 
He leaned across the front seat when I got out。  Can I say something to you? 
 Sure。 
In the dark of twilight; his face was just a pair of eyeglasses reflecting the fading light。  The thing about you Afghanis is that。。。 well; you people are a little reckless。 
I was tired and in pain。 My jaws throbbed。 And those damn wounds on my chest and stomach felt like barbed wire under my skin。 But I started to laugh anyway。
 What。。。 what did I。。。  Fayyaz was saying; but I was cackling by then; full…throated bursts of laughter spilling through my wired mouth。
 Crazy people;  he said。 His tires screeched when he peeled away; his tail…lights blinking red in the dimming light。
 You GAVE ME A GOOD SCARE;  I said。 I sat beside him; wincing with pain as I bent。
He was looking at the mosque。 Shah Faisal Mosque was shaped like a giant tent。 Cars came and went; worshipers dressed in white streamed in and out。 We sat in silence; me leaning against the tree; Sohrab next to me; knees to his chest。 We listened to the call to prayer; watched the building s hundreds of lights e on as daylight faded。 The mosque sparkled like a diamond in the dark。 It lit up the sky; Sohrab s face。
 Have you ever been to Mazar…i…Sharif?  Sohrab said; his chin resting on his kneecaps。
 A long time ago。 I don t remember it much。 
 Father took me there when I was little。 Mother and Sasa came along too。 Father bought me a monkey from the bazaar。 Not a real one but the kind you have to blow up。 It was brown and had a bow tie。 
 I might have had one of those when I was a kid。 
 Father took me to the Blue Mosque;  Sohrab said。  I remember there were so many pigeons outside the masjid; and they weren t afraid of people。 They came right up to us。 Sasa gave me little pieces of _naan_ and I fed the birds。 Soon; there were pigeons cooing all around me。 That was fun。 
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