Thousand splendid suns (page 32)

Nana made no mystery of her abhorrence for guests - and, actually, individuals when all is said in done - yet she made exemptions for a chosen few. Thus there was Gul Daman's pioneer, the town arbab, Habib Khan, a little headed, unshaven man with an extensive paunch who stopped by once every month or something like that, followed by a worker, who conveyed a chicken, once in a while a pot of kichiri rice, or a crate of colored eggs, for Mariam.

At that point there was a broad, old lady that Nana called Bibi jo, whose late spouse had been a stone carver and companions with Nana's dad. Bibi jo was constantly joined by one of her six ladies and a grandchild or two. She limped and huffed her way over the clearing and made an extraordinary show of rubbing her hip and bringing down herself, with a tormented moan, onto the seat that Nana pulled up for her. Bibi jo too dependably brought Mariam something, a container of dishlemeh confection, a bin of quinces. For Nana, she initially achieved protestations her falling flat wellbeing, and afterward babble from Herat and Gul Daman, conveyed finally and with energy, as her little girl in-law sat listening discreetly and obediently behind her.