C H A P T E R 9
MRS. PILLAI, MRS. EAPEN, MRS. RAJAGOPALAN
The green-for-the-day had seeped from the trees. Dark palm leaves
were splayed like drooping combs against the monsoon sky The
orange sun slid through their bent, grasping teeth.
A squadron of fruit bats sped across the gloom.
In the abandoned ornamental garden, Rahel, watched by lolling
dwarfs and a forsaken cherub, squatted by the stagnant pond and
watched toads hop from stone to scummy stone. Beautiful Ugly
Toads.