Mammy sometimes baked on her good days and invited neighborhood women over for tea and pastries.
Laila got to lick the bowls clean, as Mammy set the table with cups and napkins and the good plates.
Later, Laila would take her place at the living room table and try to break into the conversation,
as the women talked boisterously and drank tea and complimented Mammy on her baking.
Though there was never much for her to say, Laila liked to sit and listen in because at these gatherings she was treated to a rare pleasure:
She got to hear Mammy speaking affectionately about Babi.
“What a first-rate teacher he was,” Mammy said. “His students loved him.”
“And not only because he wouldn't beat them with rulers, like other teachers did.”
“They respected him, you see, because he respected them. He was marvelous.”
Mammy loved to tell the story of how she'd proposed to him.
“I was sixteen, he was nineteen. Our families lived next door to each other in Panjshir.”
“Oh, I had the crush on him, hamshiras! I used to climb the wall between our houses, and we'd play in his father's orchard.”
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