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the question. I cannot love them. I cannot be their Baba. Oh no.”
Baron von Clapp-Trapp couldn‟t
Estha put his head in his lap.
“What‟s the matter?” Ammu said. “If you‟re sulking again,
I‟m taking you straight home. Sit up please. And watch. That‟s
what you‟ve been brought here for.”
Finish the drink.
Watch the picture.
Think of all thepoorpeople–
Lucky rich boy with porketmunny. No worries.
Estha sat up and watched. His stomach heaved. He had a
greenwavy, thick-watery, lumpy, seaweedy, floaty
bottomless-bottomful feeling.
“Ammu?” he said.
“Now WHAT?” The WHAT snapped, barked, spat out.
“Feeling vomity,” Estha said.
“Just feeling or d‟you want to?” Ammu‟s voice was worried.
“Don‟t know.”
“Shall we go and try?” Ammu said. “It‟ll make you feel
better.”
“Okay,” Estha said.
Okay? Okay.”Where‟re you going?” Baby Kochamma
wanted to know. `Estha‟s going to try and vomit,” Ammu said.
“Where‟re you going?” Rahel asked.
“Feeling vomity,” Estha said. “Can I come and watch?”
“No,” Ammu said.
Past the Audience again (legs thiswayandthat). Last time to
sing. This time to try and vomit Exit through the EXIT. Outside in
the marble lobby, the Orangedrink Lemondrink man was eating a
sweet His cheek was bulging with a moving sweet He made soft,
sucking sounds like water draining from a basin. There was a green
Parry‟s wrapper on the counter. Sweets were free for this man. He
had a row of free sweets in dim bottles. He wiped the marble
counter with his dirtcolored rag that he held in his hairy watch