“Mano, do you remember our first trip to America?”
“Not really.”
“Just as well.” Rama’s eyes twinkled. “It was a rough voyage. We were sick most of the time.”
“I remember you sent me home to Ajibai.”
“You grew up in India. Why do you still call the convent home?”
Mano shrugged and pulled her coat closer.
“Did you enjoy the English school?”
“Not particularly.
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