Chapter 6
Incident
“Omanpang, huh?”
Toby had fetched them both a glass of tea. She tasted hers first to see if it needed sweetening, which it did. Before she could get up to find where the packets of sugar were located, he pulled several from his jeans pocket and dropped them onto the card table.
“Didn’t know how you liked yours, so I got some of both.”
She thanked him as she stirred her glass.
“Omanpang?” he reminded her.
“My father’s family emigrated over here from Sri Lanka. He was born in the states, as was I.”
“Sri Lanka? That’s south of India, isn’t it?”
“Yes. I’ve never been there. Neither has my father. But I remember my grandmother telling me tales of it.”
“How did your father become part of the family? Knife-throwing is a pretty serious skill.”
“My grandfather, my grea
