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hostess‟s heart trapped in a bear‟s body.
“Going then?” he said.
“Yes,” Ammu said. `Where can we get a taxi?”
“Out the gate, up the road, on your left,” he said, looking at
Rahel. “You never told me you had a little Mol too.” And holding
out another sweet “Here, Mol–for you.”
“Take mine!” Estha said quickly, not wanting Rahel to go
near the man. –
But Rahel had already started towards him. As she
approached him, he smiled at her and something about that
portable piano smile, something about the steady gaze in which he
held her, made her shrink from him. It was the most hideous thing
she had ever seen. She spun around to look at Estha.
She backed away from the hairy man.
Estha pressed his Parry‟s sweets into her hand and she felt
his fever-hot fingers whose tips were as cold as death.
“Bye, Mol” Uncle said to Estha. “I‟ll see you in Ayemenem
sometime.”
So, the redsteps once again. This time Rahel lagging. Slow.
No I don‟t want to go. A ton of bricks on a leash.
“Sweet chap, that Orangedrink Lemondrink fellow,” Ammu
said. – “Chhi !” Baby Kochamma said. –
“He doesn‟t look it, but he was surprisingly sweet with
Estha,” Ammu said.
“So why don‟t you marry him then?” Rahel said petulantly.
Time stopped on the red staircase. Estha stopped. Baby
Kochamma stopped.
“Rahel,” Ammu said.
Rahel froze. She was desperately sorry for what she had said.
She didn‟t know where those words had come from. She didn‟t
know that she‟d had them in her. But they were out now, and
wouldn‟t go back in. They hung about that red staircase like clerks
in a government office. Some stood, some sat and shivered their
legs.
“Rahel,” Ammu said, “do you realize what you have just