Chapter Forty One
The Visit
Sreelatha Chakravarthi professed to herself the same feelings of disbelief at the situation she was witnessing as she had when witnessing the man sign away – albeit on what could prove to be no more than a temporary basis – his ability to take financial and other mundane and everyday decisions for himself.
She also acknowledged – how could she do otherwise, given the swamp-land that had been made of her womanhood? – the effect witnessing him do the young Indian woman’s bidding in what was, Power-of-Attorney or not, his home, had on her and the way she responded to seeing such a handsome and older white Englishman acting so deferentially towards one of her own race.
The moment the two of them had left her office in town, this after she had recovered from the
