‘I think it’s very sweet,’ Manjeet said. ‘I want to be sad like that too. Did you faint at his funeral?’ ‘Twice,’ Preetam said proudly. ‘And I begged them not to cremate him.’
She held the bag of blouses close to her chest. Mindi probably didn’t know this, but Nikki had enjoyed dressing alike. She had been secretly sad when they won the war against Mum to let them be individuals.