“It’s too much.” Sunil tried to hand back the cassette tapes. “Really, we don’t need.”
“What need?” Thomas smiled, watching Divya sink her finger into the jar of Avon cream. “It’s nice to have is all. What do you think, Itty? You like the Velcro?”
Crouched in a Spider-Man pose on the floor, Itty lunged slowly from side to side, mesmerized by the sight of his poufy white feet.
“You’ll spoil him.” Sunil reached for the scotch bottle, holding it up to the light and studying the label. “Shall we try a bit of this?”
“After dinner,” Thomas said, and Sunil poured two fingers into his empty teacup, sniffing it.
“The Velcro is big thing in the States now,” Kamala explained to everyone with a knowing look. “Easy peasy, instead of having to tie the shoes.”
Ammachy snorted. “Who else besides this no-brains won’t know to tie shoes?”
“Vel cow!” Itty shouted with unfortunate timing, fastening and unfastening his Reeboks until Ammachy smacked him with a powdered palm. She sniffed at all three flavors of lip balm and licked the tip of one before pushing them into Divya’s pile.
“So, you people had a good trip in the airplane?” Ammachy asked.
Thomas nodded. “Good enough.”
“How did you come?”
“San Francisco — Honolulu — Taiwan — Singapore.”
Ammachy grunted. “Singapore Airlines?”
“Yes.”
“Those girls are pretty, no?” She refilled Kamala’s cup, saying, “Nice complexions.”
“Try the hiking boots, Sunil.” Thomas pointed to them with his chin. “The heel itself has shock absorbers!”
“Later. I have some work I should be attending to.”
“Oh, yes, this one with his people’s practice .” Ammachy rolled her eyes. “You would think he was actually saving lives instead of teeth.”
“Teeth are lives, Amma,” Sunil said, glowering. “People need to eat to live.”
“So, who all do you want to see?” she asked Thomas.
“I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it yet.”
“Yes, well, your old classmate Yohan Varghese was asking about you the other day. I told you the wife died, no? Not that she was any real help, stupid thing, but two sons to raise on his own! Ach. And we should see Saramma Kochamma of course, just for one afternoon meal. And Dr. Abraham wants to talk to you. He’s putting together that rehabilitative center, the one I told you about? Might be a nice thing to see.” This last news was delivered with such practiced indifference that even Amina felt embarrassed.
Thomas reached for a jalebi. He offered the plate to Amina, who shook her head.
“Anyway, he needs someone in head injuries, so I told him you would ring.” Ammachy poured milk into her own tea and stirred. “Maybe tomorrow?”
“It’s not really my field.” Thomas took a bite. “They would only ever need the occasional surgery.”
“Well, no one asked you to become a brain surgeon,” Ammachy snapped.
“No,” Thomas said, chewing carefully, “they didn’t.”
Akhil reached for a jalebi, and Ammachy swatted his hand away.
“It’s just an option.” Ammachy scraped something from the oilcloth. “But then I suppose Kamala likes it there? All of this women’s-libbing and bra burning?”
“What?” Kamala sat up a little taller in her chair.
“I’m sure it’s why she was so excited to go in the first place. Always wanting more and more of freedoms, is it?”
“Who burns the bras?” Kamala asked indignantly.
“How should I know?” Ammachy glared. “You’re the one who chooses to live in there. Godforsaken place.”
“ I’m the one?”
“Who else? If you wanted to come home, Thomas would come. Men only go as far as the wife allows.”
“Is that so?” Kamala leaned across the table. “Well, that’s very interesting, isn’t it, Thomas?”
“Amma, please. We’ve only just arrived.”
“What’s foreskin?” Amina asked. Everyone looked at her.
“God’s foreskin place?” Amina repeated, and Akhil kicked her shin under the table. “Ouch!”
“What is this child saying?” Ammachy’s face was rigid.
“Time for naps!” Kamala pointed toward the stairs. “Go. You are overtired.”
“But it’s the middle of the day!” Akhil protested. “We just got here.”
“Jet lags! You’ll be cranky tomorrow if you don’t get some rest. Go!” Kamala stood up and ushered them to the base of the stairs, Itty hot on her heels. “Itty, you stay with us, okay? Your cousins need to sleep.”
“Hullo? Cricket?” Itty asked, and Kamala shook her head.
“Not now. They need to sleep. You stay with me.”
“Good job,” Akhil growled as they left the table and dragged themselves upstairs. “Now we’re going to sit up there in the heat forever.”
“What’s God’s—” Amina asked.
“ Forsaken , dope. It means abandoned.”
“Oh.” It was getting hotter with every step. Amina’s legs felt curiously heavy, as if they were already taking a nap. “God abandoned America?”
“Probably.” Akhil opened the door to the bedroom they shared and flipped the fan onto high, sending a small cloud of mosquitoes in all directions. “Ammachy thinks so.”
“Does Dad think so?”
“No, stupid. Dad likes it. That’s what they were fighting about.”
“They were fighting?”
“What did you think that was? What do you think it is every time we’re here? Ammachy wants Dad to move back. Dad doesn’t want to move back. Ammachy gets mad at Mom about it. Classic immigrant dysfunction, duh.”
“Yeah, I know, duh ,” Amina said, annoyed that she didn’t. Akhil was such a know-it-all when it came to India, like he was some big expert just because he was three years older than her and he’d been born there instead of in the States, like she had. She lifted the mosquito netting at the edge of one of the twin beds and climbed under. “But Mom wants to move back, too.”
“So?” Akhil fell back onto the bed next to hers.
“So why does Ammachy get mad at her?”
Akhil thought it over for a minute, then shrugged. “Because she doesn’t want to get mad at Dad.”
“Oh.” Amina’s head sank into the pillow. “Do you want to move back?”
“No! India sucks.”
Amina was relieved. This much even she knew. She shut her eyes, surprised by how quickly the blackness of sleep rose up to greet her, swift and persuasive as candor.
“She’s half grandmother, half wolf, you know,” Akhil whispered a few seconds later, and already half dreaming, she took it to be truth in the way unfathomable things can be. She had seen the cool lupine glow in her grandmother’s eyes, her arthritic hands curled into paws. In the days that followed, her hand would instinctively cover her throat whenever Ammachy looked directly at her.
Where was everybody? The deep blue of evening shadowed Akhil’s empty bed as Amina opened her eyes. She rose, letting the pressure in her head settle before shoving her feet into her chappals and walking across the hallway to her parents’ room.
“Mom?”
Inside, Kamala shoved clothes into a dark dresser. She glanced up as Amina walked in. “Oh, good. You need to wake up so you can go to sleep on time.”
“Where is everyone?”
“Daddy and Sunil and all have gone to see the neighbors.”
“Where’s Akhil?”
“In the kitchen.”
Amina blinked against the dry air, feeling vaguely sick. “My head hurts.”
Instantly Kamala was next to her, with a hand on her forehead. “You drank some water?”
“No.” The water in Salem tasted like hot nickels. Amina tried to use it only when brushing her teeth.
“Go downstairs and get some right now.”
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