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. With one arm he held Estha on his shoulders. Estha was smiling
with his chin resting on his father’s head. Rahel was held against his body with his
other arm. She looked grumpy and bad-temperedwith her babylegs dangling. Some-
one had painted rosy blobs onto their cheeks. Ammu said that he had only carried
them for the photograph and even then had been so drunk that she was scared he’d
drop them. Ammu said she’d been standing just outside the photographready to
catch them if he did. Stillexcept for their cheeksEstha and Rahel thought it was a
nice photograph “Will you stop that!” Ammu saidso loudly that Murlidharanwho
had hopped off the milestone to stare into the Plymouthbacked offhis stumps jerk-
ing in alarm. “What?” Rahel saidbut knew immediately what. Her spit bubble. “Sor-
ryAmmu” Rahel said. “Sorry doesn’t make a dead man alive” Estha said. “Oh
come on!” Chacko said. “You can’t dictate what she does with her own spit!” “Mind
your own business” Ammu snapped. “It brings back Memories” Esthain his wis-
domexplained to Chacko. Rahel put on her sunglasses. The World became angry-
colored. “Take off those ridiculous glasses!” Ammu said. Rahel took off her riyilai：
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