Thousand splendid suns (page 45)

At last, on Thursdays, everything she could do was sit against a divider, eyes stuck to the stream, and pause. On the off chance that Jalil was running late, a repulsive fear filled her a little bit at a time. Her knees would debilitate, and she would need to go some place and rests.

At that point Nana would call, "And there he is, your dad. In all his greatness."

Mariam would jump to her feet when she spotted him bouncing stones over the stream, all grins and healthy waves. Mariam realized that Nana was watching her, checking her response, and it generally required push to remain in the entryway, to pause, to watch him gradually advance toward her, to not rushed to him. She controlled herself, calmly watched him stroll through the tall grass, his suit coat threw behind him, the breeze lifting his red bowtie.