Saloni rolled her shoulders back. “If we’re gonna do this, I need a drink. Where’s that bottle Karem brought over?” “Cupboard,” Geeta said, gesturing vaguely. “Maybe he took it for his new cane?” “Yes, and maybe I’ll get thin by Diwali.” Saloni pointed at Farah. “You in?” Farah refused primly, with ample judgment. “I don’t drink. Plus, we have to meet Varunbhai soon, na?” “It’s not tharra, it’s actual rum.” “Ooh.” Farah perked up. “Okay then.”
