Saloni chimed in: “ ‘Darwaza tod do!’ ” She laughed with Farah. “So, you in?” Farah scoffed. “No! I have, like, seventy dresses to make; I don’t have time to kill another man. But, if you want my advice, you should wait until after Diwali. That’ll give everyone time to cool their brains and, you know, reevaluate.” Over Geeta’s bent head, Farah gave Saloni a pointed look, her eyebrows soaring to her hairline. “I won’t change my mind,” Geeta said into Bandit’s fur. Saloni cleared her throat. “After Diwali is better for me, too. All this party planning is killing me.”
