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Self…defense has nothing to do with meanness。 You know what always happens when the neighborhood boys tease him？ Hassan steps in and fends them off。 I ve seen it with my own eyes。 And when they e home； I say to him； How did Hassan get that scrape on his face？ And he says； He fell down。 I m telling you； Rahim； there is something missing in that boy。
You just need to let him find his way； Rahim Khan said。
And where is he headed？ Baba said。 A boy who won t stand up for himself bees a man who can t stand up to anything。
As usual you re oversimplifying。
I don t think so。
You re angry because you re afraid he ll never take over the business for you。
Now who s oversimplifying？ Baba said。 Look； I know there s a fondness between you and him and I m happy about that。 Envious； but happy。 I mean that。 He needs someone who。。。understands him； because God knows I don t。 But something about Amir troubles me in a way that I can t express。 It s like。。。 I could see him searching； reaching for the right words。 He lowered his voice； but I heard him anyway。 If I hadn t seen the doctor pull him out of my wife with my own eyes； I d never believe he s my son。
THE NEXT MORNING； as he was preparing my breakfast； Hassan asked if something was bothering me。 I snapped at him； told him to mind his own business。
Rahim Khan had been wrong about the mean streak thing。
FOUR
In 1933； the year Baba was born and the year Zahir Shah began his forty…year reign of Afghanistan； two brothers； young men from a wealthy and reputable family in Kabul； got behind the wheel of their father s Ford roadster。 High on hashish and _mast_ on French wine； they struck and killed a Hazara husband and wife on the road to Paghman。 The police brought the somewhat contrite young men and the dead couple s five…year…old orphan boy before my grandfather； who was a highly regarded judge and a man of impeccable reputation。 After hearing the brothers account and their father s plea for mercy； my grandfather ordered the two young men to go to Kandahar at once and enlist in the army for one year……this despite the fact that their family had somehow managed to obtain them exemptions from the draft。 Their father argued； but not too vehemently； and in the end； everyone agreed that the punishment had been perhaps harsh but fair。 As for the orphan； my grandfather adopted him into his own household； and told the other servants to tutor him； but to be kind to him。 That boy was Ali。
Ali and Baba grew up together as childhood playmates……at least until polio crippled Ali s leg……just like Hassan and I grew up a generation later。 Baba was always telling us about the mischief he and Ali used to cause； and Ali would shake his head and say； But； Agha sahib； tell them who was the architect of the mischief and who the poor laborer？ Baba would laugh and throw his arm around Ali。
But in none of his stories did Baba ever refer to Ali as his friend。
The curious thing was； I never thought of Hassan and me as friends either。 Not in the usual sense； anyhow。 Never mind that we taught each other to ride a bicycle with no