Orangey-pink background lighting and candles on the tables cast a restful glow over crisp damask covers and napkins, gleaming cutlery and shining clear glasses. Champagne in a bucket beside their table and a single yellow rose next to Freya’s setting completed a welcoming atmosphere. She said, “This is very fine indeed. Budi must have rung them the instant we left the hospital.” At a sudden vision of tiny black babies, involuntary tears rolled down her face.
Mani touched her hand briefly. “Relax Freya. We can’t change the world. And nothing we can do at this moment will put more food into the mouths of those we’ve left behind. Let’s set sadness aside for now and enjoy our unexpected gift.”
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