more she goes to school the cheekier she gets. Itâs all her fatherâs fault for doting on her, as if sheâs so special.â
And still grumbling, Mother walked out and Parvaneh and I burst out laughing.
âThank God Mother didnât catch on, otherwise she would have said, since when do you become a doctor with a diploma in literature?â
Parvaneh, wiping away the tears of laughter rolling down her cheeks, said, âMy silly girl, I didnât say you are going to be a doctor, I said you will be the missus of a Mr Doctor.â
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In those bright and blissful days, there was no need for a rational reason to laugh. I was so happy that I completely forgot the pain in my ankle. After Parvaneh left, I fell back on my pillow and thought to myself, He is worried, he misses me, I am so content. That day, even Ahmadâs shouts as he scolded Mother for Parvanehâs visit didnât bother me. I knew Ali, the spy, had given him a full report, but I didnât care.
Every morning I woke up and while hopping on one leg I tidied up the room. Then, with one hand on the railing and the other holding Grandmotherâs cane, I slowly climbed down the stairs, washed my hands and face and ate breakfast. And again I laboured back up the stairs. Mother relentlessly complained that I was going to catch pneumonia or fall head first down the stairs, but who was listening? I made do with the small paraffin heater. I wouldnât exchange my privacy for the world and felt so warm inside that I didnât sense the cold at all.
Two days later, Parvaneh came to see me again. I heard her at the front door and quickly made my way to the window. Mother greeted her coldly, but Parvaneh ignored her tone and said, âI have brought the exams schedule for Massoumeh.â And then she darted up the stairs, ran in, closed the door behind her and stood leaning against the door, gasping for air. Her face was flushed. I didnât know whether it was from the cold or from excitement. Without taking my eyes off her, I went back to bed. I didnât have the nerve to ask any questions.
Finally, she said, âYouâre a clever one: lying here in bed and getting wretched me into trouble.â
âWhat happened?â
âLet me catch my breath. I ran like a madman all the way from the pharmacy.â
âWhy? Whatâs going on? Tell me!â
âI was walking with Maryam. When we reached the pharmacy, Saiid was standing at the door. He started nodding and gesturing with his head. And you know how sly Maryam is. She said, âMr Handsome is motioning to you.â I said, âNo. What would he want with me?â I ignored him and kept walking. But he ran after us and said, âExcuse me, Miss Ahmadi, would you please come inside for a minute, I need to speak with you.â Your Haji Worrywart was as red as a beet. I was terribly nervous and didnât know what to do with that nosy Maryam. I said, âOh yes, I forgot to pick up my fatherâs medications. Are they ready?â But the idiot just stood there and stared at me. I didnât wait for him to answer. I quickly apologised to Maryam and told her that I had forgotten about my fatherâs medications. I said goodbye and told her I would see her in school tomorrow. But little Miss Nosy wasnât about to give up on such an opportunity. She said she wasnât in a hurry and would come with me.
âThe more I said it wasnât necessary the more suspicious she got. Then she said she had forgotten that she, too, had to buy a few things from the pharmacy and walked in with me. Fortunately, Haji Worrywart got wise to the situation. He put a box of medicine and an envelope in a bag, said he had included the prescription and that I should make sure to give it to my father. I quickly stuffed it in my schoolbag. I was afraid Maryam would snatch it from me. I swear, I wouldnât put it past her. You know what a snoop and a