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explain her actions and this one, this one will require a lot of explaining. Maybe that's why she has shut us off.”
“You said this started when she was ten years old?” When Avi nodded, the doctor continued, “Did anything happen to her? Anything bad? Was she hospitalized? Was there any previous psychiatric illness?”
“Nothing happened to her and she has never seen your type of doctor before,” Saroj cut in sharply and stood up from the purple sofa she was sitting on. “She stole a girl's money and broke that girl's nose. Instead of saying sorry and telling us why she did it, she stopped talking for a week. She is just spoiled and that is our fault, but
nothing
bad happened to her. I didn't drop her on her head as a baby or anything.” Anger made Saroj's Indian accent drip through the words, making part of what she said incomprehensible to the doctor.
“Calm down, Saroj,” Avi said and sighed. “We are all upset and tired. It has been a long three days.”
“Of course,” Dr. Berkley said, and then nodded, smiled, and made a gesture with her hand that told them the meeting was over. “So you'll bring her in next Friday at four in the afternoon? I have asked her to try to keep a journal. I think that might help open her up a little.”
Avi nodded and then shook hands with her. “Thank you.”
“What did you thank her for? She didn't do anything,” Saroj snapped at Avi as soon as they were out of Dr. Berkley's office. As he always did, Avi ignored Saroj and then went about getting his daughter out of the hospital.
Shobha grabbed her cell phone on the first ring. She was in an important meeting but as soon as she saw her father's cell numberflash, she didn't hesitate. For all her cockiness at the hospital the day before, fear had settled in her belly like heavy mud in water. She couldn't envisage a world without Devi, couldn't imagine a life without her. Even as she went through the motions of the day, in her mind she kept saying to herself that Devi would be okay and soon everything would revert to the way it used to be.
“Daddy?” she questioned automatically.
“The doctor said she's fine and we can take her home tonight. You and Girish should come for dinner.”
“You want us to stop by the Dhaba and pick up dinner?” asked Shobha. Girish and she had been bringing dinner over for the past two evenings.
“Your mother is cooking.
Samosas
and whatnot,” Avi said. Shobha could hear how tired he was.
“Well then, we'll show up with empty stomachs,” Shobha said as she relaxed. Devi was alive and well, she would be home tonight. Everything was already starting to go back to normal. Soon her stomach would stop churning and she wouldn't be able to smell the iron in Devi's blood anymore.
“Girish's car is in for servicing, so I'll pick him up after work and get to your place as soon as possible,” Shobha went on, ignoring the questioning looks of her staff, seated around a large half-circle table in a plush conference room.
“Is she well?” Shobha's senior engineer, Vladimir, asked after Shobha hung up.
“Yes,” Shobha said. She'd told her staff and her boss that her sister had been in a nasty accident when she'd had to suddenly leave an emergency meeting the Saturday of the “incident.” An explanation was necessary when they were in the middle of a major product launch designed to meet financial goals at the end of the quarter.
Damn Devi! She was always inconsiderate. If she had to do one of her fuckups, maybe she should've waited until after the end of the quarter.
Everyone left after the meeting but Vladimir stayed back. “You look tired,” he said, sounding concerned.
He was a godlike creature from Ukraine who had shown his interest in Shobha in a hundred different ways since she'd hired hima year ago. Shobha couldn't deny the attraction on her part, either. When Girish ignored her, which was most of the time these days, she would fantasize about giving in to Vladimir. What
“You said this started when she was ten years old?” When Avi nodded, the doctor continued, “Did anything happen to her? Anything bad? Was she hospitalized? Was there any previous psychiatric illness?”
“Nothing happened to her and she has never seen your type of doctor before,” Saroj cut in sharply and stood up from the purple sofa she was sitting on. “She stole a girl's money and broke that girl's nose. Instead of saying sorry and telling us why she did it, she stopped talking for a week. She is just spoiled and that is our fault, but
nothing
bad happened to her. I didn't drop her on her head as a baby or anything.” Anger made Saroj's Indian accent drip through the words, making part of what she said incomprehensible to the doctor.
“Calm down, Saroj,” Avi said and sighed. “We are all upset and tired. It has been a long three days.”
“Of course,” Dr. Berkley said, and then nodded, smiled, and made a gesture with her hand that told them the meeting was over. “So you'll bring her in next Friday at four in the afternoon? I have asked her to try to keep a journal. I think that might help open her up a little.”
Avi nodded and then shook hands with her. “Thank you.”
“What did you thank her for? She didn't do anything,” Saroj snapped at Avi as soon as they were out of Dr. Berkley's office. As he always did, Avi ignored Saroj and then went about getting his daughter out of the hospital.
Shobha grabbed her cell phone on the first ring. She was in an important meeting but as soon as she saw her father's cell numberflash, she didn't hesitate. For all her cockiness at the hospital the day before, fear had settled in her belly like heavy mud in water. She couldn't envisage a world without Devi, couldn't imagine a life without her. Even as she went through the motions of the day, in her mind she kept saying to herself that Devi would be okay and soon everything would revert to the way it used to be.
“Daddy?” she questioned automatically.
“The doctor said she's fine and we can take her home tonight. You and Girish should come for dinner.”
“You want us to stop by the Dhaba and pick up dinner?” asked Shobha. Girish and she had been bringing dinner over for the past two evenings.
“Your mother is cooking.
Samosas
and whatnot,” Avi said. Shobha could hear how tired he was.
“Well then, we'll show up with empty stomachs,” Shobha said as she relaxed. Devi was alive and well, she would be home tonight. Everything was already starting to go back to normal. Soon her stomach would stop churning and she wouldn't be able to smell the iron in Devi's blood anymore.
“Girish's car is in for servicing, so I'll pick him up after work and get to your place as soon as possible,” Shobha went on, ignoring the questioning looks of her staff, seated around a large half-circle table in a plush conference room.
“Is she well?” Shobha's senior engineer, Vladimir, asked after Shobha hung up.
“Yes,” Shobha said. She'd told her staff and her boss that her sister had been in a nasty accident when she'd had to suddenly leave an emergency meeting the Saturday of the “incident.” An explanation was necessary when they were in the middle of a major product launch designed to meet financial goals at the end of the quarter.
Damn Devi! She was always inconsiderate. If she had to do one of her fuckups, maybe she should've waited until after the end of the quarter.
Everyone left after the meeting but Vladimir stayed back. “You look tired,” he said, sounding concerned.
He was a godlike creature from Ukraine who had shown his interest in Shobha in a hundred different ways since she'd hired hima year ago. Shobha couldn't deny the attraction on her part, either. When Girish ignored her, which was most of the time these days, she would fantasize about giving in to Vladimir. What
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