The steam rising off the rotis she was cooking burned his nostrils, so he backed out of the kitchen and into the narrow hallway. When she turned off the gas and joined him, he put his arms behind his back and leaned against the wall. “What should we do?” she whispered. Their seven-month-old baby was asleep in the next room. “I don’t know,” he answered. “Who could have foreseen this?” “Hare Shiva,” she said. “How are we going to pay the next month’s rent?” Her eyes filled with tears. “What’s the use of crying now? That’s why I never tell you anything. Instead of thinking with a cool mind, you start crying.” “What should I do other than cry? You’ve worked there for three years, and they let you go, just like that? These people don’t have any heart.” “It’s not their fault.” He tried to sound reasonable. “The company doesn’t have enough money.” “So only you should suffer? Why not one of the new accountants? What about Suresh?” “He knows computers,”
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