CHAPTER TWELVEThe aeroplane rose into a translucent blue sky.
The sunshine was dazzling on its silver wings and Karina, leaning toward in her seat, looked down and saw the white square houses of Delhi growing smaller and smaller until they looked like bricks that a child might have played with.
Now she could see the river winding like a silver ribbon through the sun-baked brown earth, which seemed to stretch away into an indeterminate distance to meet the sky.
She sat back in her seat.
The pretty Indian air hostess, wearing a blue sari, asked her if she would like a newspaper and, when she shook her head, smiled at her sweetly and went on to speak to the other passengers.
It seemed unbelievable, Karina thought, that she was here in India and travelling at this moment towards Garland,
