Sajiva appears with a full tea service, pours two cups of steaming liquid with a flourish and clears the table. Miss Pigot blows on her cup and takes a large swallow. I’m quite surprised by her behavior. I take a small taste of the liquid and wish I hadn’t.
“Miss Pigot,” I sputter, “What are we drinking?”
The strange taste diverts me from our business. “You called it that when you requested it. What is in it?”
Miss Pigot gives me a tight smile. “This is how we drink tea in Calcutta. We take strong black tea, dilute it with milk and add sugar and spices. It’s excellent for the digestion. Please, allow me to pour more for you.”
I watch Miss Pigot refill my cup. When she finishes, I move the cup away.
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