My Name is Parvana
“the major said.
They were all back in Parvana’s cell. She had finished reading Jane Eyre and was fifty pages into reading it a second time. The language was difficult, but the more she read, the easier it got.
The questioning man tossed his Constant Gardener book onto the bed beside her.
“A reward for saving that soldier’s life,” he said. Then he started his speech again.
“It takes us a while. Our communications networks aren’t as reliable as they could be. Power cuts on and off. That’s war for you. But eventually, we always get to the bottom of things. In this case, the explosives and bomb-making equipment buried on the school grounds. Would you like to tell us what that stuff was doing there?”
Parvana concentrated on the cover of the Constant Gardener book and wondered if the man had liked it.
“What were you doing at that school?”
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