The church bells ring for ten o'clock mass, and my Usha machine hums right through it — little Nirupama's mother came yesterday, she needed her daughter's school pinafore taken in at the waist, no time to lose. She spoke of the pressure from her husband's side to put the child in a bigger wedding someday, I only nodded and measured twice. That boy from Kumbharwada, he delayed his sister's operation waiting for a committee to decide — she lost the kidney in the end. We stitch our own sails here, neighbour; the market tells you the true price of a trouser, and a child's fit tells you the truth faster than any in-law's opinion.
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