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I turned toward her, trying to appear as though I were looking for a seat or watching out the window.
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I turned toward her, trying to appear as though I were looking for a seat or watching out the window.
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Had I been asleep, I might have missed the sound, like a strange scuttling against the walls. I glanced over at the boy in the corner, but he remained silent
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I stub the butt of my cigarette out and stare blankly at the too trimmed row of bushes bordering our backyard. Michigan is chilly in October. I go inside.
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The berries they usually found in wild abundance failed to materialize. At first the stories struck her as apocryphal. Bears were reportedly ripping…
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A few days later, when they reclaim some of their courage, they call their daughter once more. Kavita explains that her condition is called PTSD.
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Kathleen was the last appointment of the day. Being of Irish ancestry, I recognized that her ancestors came from the same place.
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Megh flings himself on the bed and takes the calendar from the table beside his bed. He has marked today’s date.
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His covers were bunched up and his arm was stretched out towards the door in the ordering gesture. He laid back down.
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The police asked him “to come down the station”. Those were their exact words, as if spoken on a television show, as if there were a script for this kind of thing.
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Being civically engaged, she began encouraging him to offer marionettes to charity events, fund raisers, parties. They began their marriage this way and the practice continued for years.
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She left the next morning. Asif did not put up a fight. He simply sat at the kitchen table while she packed her things.
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Sarah’s mother kissed her on the forehead. “I hadn’t really thought about it.
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Yes, yes, she continued to work while I was building the company but look at what she has now? She drives a Mercedes!
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As Didi walks away, you look around and notice the acadia tree by the neighbour’s yard. Two boys are gathered around it, struggling to reach the top branch which holds a prized mango.
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Mansi looks at them. They seem terrified. A sense of guilt starts seeping into her heart.
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There was no brain death. Even the night of the full moon came and went, but his brain had other plans.
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I had my first seizure age 14. This created another original fear.
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Only the car door and that chain-link fence separate me from the most glorious
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She was determined to get the shop closed. It was destroying too many families.
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The next day I wrote myself a check for $400, detasseling money from the summer,
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He had the same easy smile as Patrick, but his eyes were more calculating. They roved over her red flared pants, her pale blue shirt, her hair done up in ringlets.
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Father had gotten the fabric from a business partner who had been to Bombay and it was rumored to be the most expensive of fabrics.
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Earlier at dinner Johnny had been singled out, oldest boy, to perform. “Tell us what’s up in the sky at night, Johnny.”
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When Binoy the male nurse joined, Maami shifted with her grandkids and forgot Maama completely. Once, when she accidentally confronted her now forty-kilo husband in the corridor