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eyelids the light was bright and hot. The sky was orange, and the
coconut trees were sea anemones waving their tentacles, hoping to
trap and eat an unsuspecting cloud. A transparent spotted snake
with a forked tongue floated across the sky Then a transparent
Roman soldier on a spotted horse. The strange thing about Roman
soldiers in the comics, according to Rahel, was the amount of
trouble they took over their armor and their helmets, and then, after
all that, they left their legs bare. It didn‟t make any sense at all.
Weatherwise or otherwise.
Ammu had told them the story of Julius Caesar and how he
was stabbed by Brutus, his best friend, in the Senate. And how he
fell to the floor with knives in his back and said, “Et tu, Brute?
–then fall, Caesar.”
“It just goes to show;” Ammu said, “that you can‟t trust
anybody. Mother, father, brother, husband, bestfriend. Nobody.”
With children, she said (when they asked), it remained to be
seen. She said it was entirely possible, for instance, that Estha
could grow up to be a Male Chauvinist Pig.
At night, Estha would stand on his bed with his sheet
wrapped around him and say “„Et tu, Brute?–Then fall, Caesar!‟”
and crash into bed without bending his knees, like a stabbed
corpse. Kochu Maria, who slept on the floor on a mat, said that she
would complain to Mammachi.
“Tell your mother to take you to your father‟s house,” she
said. “There you can break as many beds as you like. These aren‟t
your beds. This isn‟t your house.”
Estha would rise from the dead, stand on his bed and say, “Et
tu, Kochu Maria?–Then fall, Estha!” and die again.
Kochu Maria was sure that Ettu was an obscenity in English
and was waiting for a suitable opportunity to complain about Estha
to Mammachi.
The woman in the neighboring car had biscuit crumbs on her
mouth. Her husband lit a bent after-biscuit cigarette. He exhaled
two tusks of smoke through his nostrils and for a fleeting moment
looked like a wild boar. Mrs. Boar asked Rahel her name in a Baby