“Is there an anklet up in the attic room?” Maya asked her aunt. 
Ammayi who was serving rice stood transfixed, her hands poised midair with a scoop ofrice on the steel ladle. “How do you know about the anklet?” she asked, her voice shaky. 
“What anklet?” Shambhu asked. 
Ammayi smiled nervously and sat down.
“What anklet?” Shambhu repeated, this time a little displeased and incensed that asecret was kept from him by his own mother about some anklet in the attic of a house that he grew up! And his c...