Adding to a murmur. I was already sorry I'd said it.
"Is this about you and Hassan? I know there's something going on between you two, but whatever it is, you have to deal with it, not me. I'm staying out of it."
"I'm sorry, Baba."
He put on his gloves again. "I grew up with Ali," he said through clenched teeth. "My father took him in; he loved Ali like his own son. Forty years Ali has been with my family. Forty goddamn years. And you think I'm just going to throw him out?" He turned to me now, his face as red as a tulip. "I've never laid a hand on you, Amir, but if you ever say that again..." He looked away, shaking his head. "You bring me shame. And Hassan... Hassan's not going anywhere, do you understand?"
I looked down and picked up a fistful of cool soil. Let it pour between my fingers.
"I said, Do you understand?" Baba roared.
I flinched. "Yes, Baba."
"Hassan's not going anywhere," Baba snapped. He dug a new hole with the trowel, striking the dirt harder than he needed to.
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