Chapter 9 · free to read
The tongue that could name twenty-one spices in the dark had exactly one word it refused.
Lakshmi. The name the pin had taken off the photograph was written whole in a clerk's copperplate hand, sixty-five years old.
Rekha did not want the sister. She wanted whatever the sister turned out to be worth.
Twelve spices remembered, nine still dark, and a buyer's clock running. Meera did the arithmetic and did not like the answer.
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