I looked at Hassan... sunlight slanting on his face. Baba's other half. The unentitled, underprivileged half. The half who had inherited what had been pure and noble in Baba... I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.
a) The Great Gatsby
b) Pride and Prejudice
c) A Thousand Splendid Suns
d) The Kite Runner