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When we arrived at the Taheris' home the next evening -- for lafz, the ceremony of "giving word" -- I had to park the Ford across the street. Their driveway was already jammed with cars. I wore a navy blue suit I had bought the previous day, after I had brought Baba home from _khastegari_. I checked my tie in the rearview mirror.
"You look khoshteep," Baba said. Handsome.