C H A P T E R 6
COCHIN KANGAROOS
At Cochin Airport, Rahel’s new knickers were polka-dotted and still
crisp. The rehearsals had been rehearsed. It was the Day of the Play.
The culmination of the What Will Sophie Mol Think? week.
In the morning at the Hotel Sea Queen, Ammu—who had
dreamed at night of dolphins and a deep blue—helped Rahel to put
on her frothy Airport Frock. It was one of those baʀing aberrations
in Ammu’s taste, a cloud of stiʃ yellow lace with tiny silver sequins
and a bow on each shoulder. The frilled skirt was underpinned with
buckram to make it ɻare. Rahel worried that it didn’t really go with
her sunglasses.