After the long drive from Mysore, Priya parked the car, and Mamata Aunty got out of the car in a hurry and went inside the house. Priya, smiling, said, “My mother is angry at you for treating her like a slut in the car. Go and pacify her.”

I went inside and saw Mamata Aunt’s bedroom closed. Without knocking, I pushed the door and saw her standing in a blouse and a petticoat. She was changing her dress. Seeing me, she covered her chest with her arms and said angrily, “How can you behave like that in front of my daughter, Rajesh?”