snapped her fingers. âLakshmi. Look at me. Look at me. Youâre not crazy. Okay? Whoever this Rekha is, sheâs wrong.â
âRekha work in storeââ
âYeah, well. Sheâs wrong. You are here because weâre trying to understand why youâre unhappy enough to think your own life is worthless. And to figure out how we can make some changes to help you feel better about yourself. But in order to do so, I need you to talk to me. To trust me. Anything you tell me stays here. That means I donât tell your husband or Rekha or anyone else. Thatâs a promise. Do you understand?â
Lakshmi looked at her for the longest time, her eyes wide and wet. Then she nodded. âUnderstand.â
âGood. One more thing. You donât have to call me madam. You can call me Maggie. Think you can do that?â
Lakshmi nodded. âMaggie.â She said the name carefully, as if it were a wooden crate filled with breakable things.
âGreat. So, I want to know something. You told me once that you have no contact with your family in India. Is that right?â
âYes, madam.â
Maggie let it pass. âWhy?â
âHusband not liking my family. He angry at them. Maggie.â
âWhy? What happened?â
Lakshmi stared at the floor again. After a second, her nose turned red and Maggie saw that she was crying. She waited to see if Lakshmi would speak but, after a minute, knew that she wouldnât. Besides, she could speculate as to the causeâprobably a lack of dowry or something like that. It was amazing how many marriages in India got off to a bad start because of greed on the part of the groom.
She took a different track. âDo you miss your sister? Your father?â
Lakshmi seemed puzzled. âI not miss them, madam. Sorry. Maggie. Where they go?â She struck her chest twice. âThey living inside here. How I miss them? They always close by.â
Maggie smiled. âThatâs sweet.â
But the younger woman looked angry. âNot sweet. Truth. I talks to my Shilpa all the time.â
âAnd what do you say to her?â
âEverything. I tells her everything.â
âDid you tell her about Bobby?â
Lakshmi shot Maggie a sharp look and then fell silent. âNo,â she said eventually. âThat I not tell. Nothing to tell,â she added fiercely.
âSo what do you tell her?â
âMostly I asks questions. How are you, Shilpa? Did you marries your Dilip? How is his auto repairs business? How you likes living in Rawalpindi? Are you happy? Did you make me an aunt? How is our dada? Like that only I talks to her.â
âYou donât know if Shilpa is married?â
âNo. I leaf for Amârica before her shadi. But I make my dada give his blessing to her and Dilip. Their love match. Shilpa mad for him. Dilip a good boy but he from Rawalpindi. He not from our village. And he poor. So Dada not happy at first. But I talks to him and then he agree. And I gives Shilpa all my maâs gold jewelry for her wedding. Everything I could do for her before I come, I do. Everything.â
Maggie glanced at the clock on the wall behind Shilpa. Ten minutes to the hour. âWhat is Shilpa like?â she asked, and watched as Lakshmiâs face lit up.
âOh, madam, she was most beautiful baby. I five year age when Shilpa born. Everybody say, âLakshmi, you too small, you donât reminder your sister.â But they wrong. I reminder good. Ma make me sit on floor and put baby in my arms. When Shilpa little girl, I get sugarcane from field and give her. She having so little-little tooths but she chew on it. She liking sweet things from the start. And she follow me everywhere. Ma said she give birth to my shadow.â
Lakshmi gazed out into the backyard, her eyes cloudy. âShe love eating bhindi. You know bhindi? What you call itâokra? And madam, you know Vicks VapoRub? Shilpa like
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