AHYAN
“How did you make the payment?” I ask Baba the next day, returning from the reception. The women are gone already, sitting in the car and waiting for us to join them.
Baba fakes a cough, trying to switch the conversation from what I’m asking so that I get worried and ask him if he’s all right.
“Baba,” I warn. “Just tell me how you made the payment and how you even got here in time. Stop hiding stuff. I’m tired of being in the dark about everything.”
He takes a deep breath and eyes the wheelchair guy. “Let’s talk about this once we get back, okay?”
I get what he’s trying to say. He doesn’t want anyone but me to know about the stuff, I’m assuming. But I know he’d spill his guts out to Annemwhen she asks. That’s just the way he is.
“At least tell me if youmade the payment or som
