rawling backwards with a broom. In the factory
the silence swooped down once more and tightened around the twins. But this time it
was a different kind of silence. An old river silence. The silence of Fisher People and
waxy mermaids. “But Communists don’t believe in ghosts” Estha saidas though
they were continuing a discourse investigating solutions to the ghost problem. Their
conversations surfaced and dipped like mountain streams. Sometimes audible to oth-
er people. Sometimes not. “Are we going to become a Communist2” Rahel asked.
“Might have to.”
Estha-the-Practical. Distant cake-crumbled voices and approaching Blue Army
footsteps caused the Comrades to seal the secret. It was pickledsealed and put away.
A redtender-mango-shaped secret in a vat. Presided over by a Nowl. The Red Agen-
da was worked out and agreed upon: Comrade Rahel would go for her Afternoon
Gnapthen lie awake until Ammu fell asleep. – Comrade Estha would find the flag
(that Baby Kochamma had been forced to wave)and wait for her by the river and
there they would: (b) Prepare to prepare to be prepared. A child’s abandoned Fairy
Frock (semipickled) stood stiffly on its own in the middle of Ammu’s darkened bed-
room floor. Outsidethe Air was Alert and Bright and Hot,
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