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So they‟d missed the beginning. Missed the rippled velvet
curtain going up, with lightbulbs in the clustered yellow tassels.
Slowly up, and the music would have been “Baby Elephant Walk”
from Hatan Or “Colonel Bogey‟s March.”
Ammu held Estha‟s hand. Baby Kochamma, heaving up the
steps, held Rahel‟s. Baby Kochamma, weighed down by her
melons, would not admit to herself that she was looking forward to
the picture. She preferred to feel that she was only doing it for the
children‟s sake. In her mind she kept an organized, careful account
of Things She‟d Done For People, and Things People Hadn‟t Done
For Her.
She liked the early nun-bits best, and hoped they hadn‟t
missed them. Ammu explained to Estha and Rahel that people
always loved best what they Identified most with. Rahel supposed
she Identified most with Christopher Plummer, who acted as Baron
von Trapp. Chacko didn‟t Identify with him at all and called him
Baron von Clapp-Trapp.
Rahel was like an excited mosquito on a leash. Flying.
Weightless. Up two steps. Down two. Up one. She climbed five
flights of red stairs for Baby Kochamma‟s one.
I‟m Popeye the sailor man dum dum
I live in a cara-van dum dum lop-en the door
And fall-on the floor
I‟m Popeye the sailor man dum dum.
Up two. Down two. Up one.Jump, jump.
“Rahel,” Ammu said, “you haven‟t Learned your Lesson yet.
Have you?”
Rahel had: Excitement Always Leads to Tears. Dum dum.
They arrived at the Princess Circle lobby. They walked past
the Refreshments Counter where the orangedrinks were waiting.
And the lemondrinks were waiting. The orange too orange. The
lemon too lemon. The chocolates too melty.
The Torch Man opened the heavy Princess Circle door into
the fan-whirring, peanut-crunching darkness. It smelled of