Back at 36 Rutledge Square, Rama kicked off her shoes and fell against the pillows. Judith had put her in the same room she’d used ten years ago. Rama stared at flickering shadows the lamp projected onto the ceiling. Judith wanted her to go on speaking tours again. Inspire the Ramabai Circles to continue. Dear God, I’m one person. I can’t do everything. Tears slipped down Rama’s cheeks. I should be at home.
Minnie doesn’t know how to get the most out of the workmen. What if the refugees are ill? I should be there. From deep inside Rama felt a sob start in her heart and work its way through her lungs and out her throat. And then another and another. From a distance Rama heard unending shrieks.
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