“She had her keys in hand now. She said, Anyhow, I'm off. Susie -june? Susan? I'm going. Susan didn't answer. She was singing a song from Sesame Street as she rode her rocking horse. See you Thursday, Maryam told Ziba. But this Ziba was so stubborn. Following Maryam to the front hall, she said, I'm not asking you to marry him. Ziba! Enough! Or to have a romantic relationship, even. Why, people go to dinner all the time in this country! It doesn't have to lead anywhere. But you don't understand t...hat, because your own marriage was arranged and you never had the chance just to see a movie with a man or grab a hamburger with him. There was a great deal that Maryam could have said to this, but she merely waved a hand and stepped out the door. Ordinarily they would have kissed cheeks. Not today. She clicked down the front walk. She could sense Ziba watching after her but she didn't turn around. What she could have said to Ziba was: her marriage may have been arranged, but it was nothing like what everyone imagined.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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