“Brother,” Rama commented a few days later, “do you realize this is the first time I’ve looked after a house?”
“I do. It troubles me you have no home. This house isn’t ours, and we aren’t a proper household.”
“Whatever do you mean? Of course we’re a household.”
“Rama, I’m your brother, not your husband.”
“I don’t require a husband.”
“I disagree. What if something happens to me? What will you do?"
“Don’t speak of such things.”
“I must. I promised Mother to look after you,
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