Gita can’t take her eyes off the ring, the sun bouncing off the stone. ‘Where did you get this?’ ‘Girls working in one of the Canada buildings find jewels and money for me. That’s what I use to buy the food and medicine I’ve been giving you and the others. Here, take it.’ Gita puts her hand out as though to try on the ring, but then pulls back. ‘No, you keep it. Put it to good use.’ ‘OK.’ Lale goes to put it back in his bag. ‘Stop. Let me look at it one more time.’ He holds it between two fingers, turning it this way and that. ‘It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Now put it away.’
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