open next week, so I suppose Iâll have to stop my visits. I had tea this morning with two girls who seemed like sisters. It turned out they were wives of the same husband.â
âWhat!â
Dad and I exclaimed together.
Mom reached over to take Dadâs hand. âHindu and Christian men can only have one wife at a time. Muslim men, on the other hand, can have up to six. Theyâre subject to their own Islamic law when it comes to families.â She smiled at Dad. âDonât get any ideas about converting to Islam, darling. I donât think I could share you with another woman. Even when you drive me crazy like you did today. What kept you so long?â
âIâm sorry, Sarah. Sister Catherine wanted to know how computers actually save things in their memory. We had a fascinating discussion about how computer terminology has a lot in common with religious language. You knowâ words like âsaving,â âjustifying,â âconverting.â Even words like âsleepingâ and âshutting downâ have their theological dimensions.â
Mom was gazing at Dad with that new, starry-eyed look. I gawked at him, too, but not for the same reason. Had he really spent the entire afternoon having a theological discussion with a nun? Not that my father had anything against nuns; itâs just that he usually avoided talking much with people outside the family. He was a great conversationalist at home; with strangers, he was a man of few words. Or at least, he used to be.
Dad smiled at Danita, ignoring the stares of the women in his family. âCould you make me another cup of your nectar-like tea, Danita?â he asked. âIâm starting to get addicted to that stuff, and nobody makes it like you do.â
Hearing him speak to Danita so warmly, as if she was part of the family, made me feel nervous, as if the ground beneath my feet was beginning to tip. If Dad left my introverted corner, our whole family would be out of balance.
âHow long till dinner?â I asked.
âAbout half an hour,â Danita answered. âI want to let the lamb simmer while I run down the hill. It looks like we used the last lemon yesterday.â
âIâll go,â said Mom immediately. âWant to come, Jazz?â She actually liked going grocery shopping and always asked me to join her when she went to the market.
âUh, no thanks,â I answered. âIâve still got a lot of homework.â Mom didnât have to know Iâd finished it already.
I wasnât going to spend any more time as a public spectacle than I had to. It was even worse going out with Mom. I hated the way people overlooked her and catered to me, curiosity obvious in their faces. And it did something to my insides watching her study the face of every older, darker-skinned woman, as though waiting for one of them to recognize her.
Mom gave me one of her âI know what youâre up to and I donât like itâ looks but left without saying anything.
Dad began to ask Danita about Sister Agnes. Apparently, she was an elderly nun who was refusing to participate in his computer training sessions. Dad and Sister Das were trying to figure out a way to lure her in.
âIâm going to my room,â I said, but I wasnât sure anybody heard me.
FIFTEEN
âJazz brought in a photo of Prince Charming!â
âWhat? Let me see!â
âHand it over!â
The girls at the academy were still convinced Steve and I had a thing going. Theyâd been bugging me every day to tell them more about him. Finally, I caved in. I brought my favorite photo to school, a candid shot Iâd snapped at the track when nobody was looking; Steve was chatting with the guy heâd just outjumped, his expression happy but gracious. He was wearing a white sweatshirt that made his teeth look even whiter than usual. He looked absolutely perfect. He always did.
I figured
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