Gotta love Mumbai mornings.
I stretched and rolled out of bed, tangled in the mosquito net like every morning since I’d arrived. Damn useless thing if the number of angry red splotches on my legs were any indication. Like Anjali, the mosquitoes had a tendency toward feeding frenzies, too.
Heading for the computer, I sat and typed as fast as my fingers could fly before I changed my mind. Last night I’d contemplated giving Rita an edited version or blurting the truth.
I decided on the latter.
TO:
[email protected] FROM:
[email protected] SUBJECT: Mix up a batch Hey Rita, Guess you’re dying to hear how last night went, huh?
Before we get to that, I suggest you mix up a batch in that exquisite Villaroy & Boch pitcher I bought for your b-day last year, take a seat, and pour yourself a large glass. You’re going to need it.
Okay, where to start?
