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A delegation had descended upon our house to demand that all women, especially I, be properly dressed. “Please, please just come in and put something on,” he says. By tonight, they’ll be telling their friends we are running a brothel.” I do as I’m told. Perhaps she thinks I am already “Afghan enough” to withstand any and all germs. If I don’t, I think, will she continue her campaign to sicken and kill me?