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and pointy shoes. “You mustn‟t waste it,” he said. “Think <strong>of</strong> all the<br />

poor people who have nothing to eat or drink. You‟re a lucky rich<br />

boy, with porketmunny and a grandmother‟s factory to inherit.<br />

You should Thank <strong>God</strong> that you have no worries. Now finish your<br />

drink.”<br />

And so, behind the Refreshments Counter, in the Abhilash<br />

Talkies Princess Circle lobby, in the hail with Kerala‟s first 70mm<br />

CinemaScope screen, Esthappen Yako finished his free bottle <strong>of</strong><br />

fizzed, lemon-flavored fear. His lemon too lemon, too cold. Too<br />

sweet. <strong>The</strong> fizz came up his nose. He would be given another<br />

bottle soon (free, fizzed fear). But he didn‟t know that yet. He held<br />

his sticky Other Hand away from his body.<br />

It wasn‟t supposed to touch anything.<br />

When Estha finished his drink, the Orangedrink Lemondrink<br />

Man said, “Finished? Goodboy.”<br />

He took the empty bottle and the flattened straw, and sent<br />

Estha back into <strong>The</strong> Sound <strong>of</strong> Music.<br />

Back inside the hairoil darkness, Estha held his Other Hand<br />

carefully (upwards, as though he was holding an imagined orange).<br />

He slid past the Audience (their legs moving thiswayandthat), past<br />

Baby Kochamma, past Rahel (still tilted back), past Ammu (still<br />

annoyed). Estha sat down, still holding his sticky orange.<br />

And there was Baron von Clapp-Trapp–Christopher<br />

Plummer. Arrogant. Hardhearted. With a mouth like a slit. And a<br />

steel shrill police whistle. A captain with seven children. Clean<br />

children, like a packet <strong>of</strong> peppermints. He pretended not to love<br />

them, but he did. He loved them. He loved her (Julie Andrews),<br />

she loved him, they loved the children, the children loved them.<br />

<strong>The</strong>y all loved each other. <strong>The</strong>y were clean, white children, and<br />

their beds were s<strong>of</strong>t with Ei. Der. Downs.<br />

<strong>The</strong> house they lived in had a lake and gardens, a wide<br />

staircase, white doors and windows, and curtains with flowers.<br />

<strong>The</strong> clean white children, even the big ones, were scared <strong>of</strong><br />

the thunder. To comfort them, Julie Andrews put them all into her<br />

clean bed, and sang them a clean song about a few <strong>of</strong> her favorite

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