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I told Baba about that and he said my teacher was one of those jealous Afghans, jealous because Iran was a rising power in Asia and most people around the world couldn't even find Afghanistan on a world map. "It hurts to say that,?he said, shrugging. "But better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.? "I'll buy you one someday,?I said. Hassan's face brightened. "A television? In truth?? "Sure. And not the black-and-white kind either. We'll probably be grown-ups by then, but I'll get us two. One for you and one for me.? "I'll put it on my table, where I keep my drawings,?Hassan said. His saying that made me kind of sad. Sad for who Hassan was, where he lived. For how he'd accepted the fact that he'd grow old in that mud shack in the yard, the way his father had. I drew the last card, played him a pair of queens and a ten. Hassan picked up the queens. "You know, I think you're going to make Agha sahib very proud tomorrow.? "You think so?? "_Inshallah_,?he said. "_Inshallah_,"I echoed, though the "God willing?qualifier didn't sound as sincere coming from my lips. That was the thing with Hassan. He was so goddamn pure, you always felt like a phony around him. I killed his king and played him my final card, the ace of spades. He had to pick it up. I'd won, but as I shuffled for a new game, I had the distinct suspicion that Hassan had let me win. "Amir agha?? "What?? "You know... I _like_ where I live.?He was always doing that, reading my mind. "It's my Home.? "Whatever,?I said. "Get ready to lose again.? Chapter 7 The next morning, as he brewed black tea for breakfast, Hassan told me he'd had a dream. "We were at Ghargha Lake, you, me, Father, Agha sahib, Rahim Khan, and thousands of other people,?he said. "It was warm and sunny, and the lake was clear like a mirror. But no one was swimming because they said a monster had come to the lake. It was swimming at the bottom, waiting.? He poured me a cup and added sugar, blew on it a few times.