21 “I have it,” I assured her. “You have it? Where exactly is it?” she pressed. “In safekeeping,” I responded. Dissatisfied with my vague answers, she concluded, “Impossible. Barhoom must have taken it. I saw how his eyes lingered on the dagger through the window. He’s the one who must have stolen it. Although I insisted he stay for lunch, I later learned he had left without eating. I’ll let Muhammad, your father, know what happened so he can punish him and even threaten to cut off his hand for stealing!” I then had to swear to my mother that the dagger was indeed with me, but she
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