A New World: A Novel (Vintage International) - Plot & Excerpts
especially when the air-conditioner was switched on. And the Admiral, having gone in once to convey some message to Jayojit, had stepped out into a wall of heat. “This is not good for anyone,” he’d said. “This is why I don’t like this city. This swamp climate and that artificial coolness.” He scratched his beard. And though the city was the Admiral’s birthplace, he didn’t feel it was; he was always a newcomer here, slightly taken aback by the weather and the people. No wonder, then, that Bonny sneezed once or twice a couple of days later; he wasn’t used to sneezing; it made him feel slightly conspicuous. “What’s this, what’s this, when did this happen?” said Jayojit, showing his teeth in a smile. The Admiral looked displeased, as if he’d contracted a cold himself. “‘Running nose’ ache?” called Bonny’s grandmother from a distance, sounding concerned and professional. “Let’s see if you have a runny nose, pal,” said Jayojit, getting up from the sofa.
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