Instead she said, “Thanks,” but her voice sounded strained, even to herself.
“Yes, really. Rahul was just telling me that the supervisors thought that you did extremely well in your Medicine Practs. Weren’t you just saying so, Rahul?”
Dear God, how thick-headed could he be? Zahi gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut in annoyance. She could see that Rahul wasn’t paying any attention, having busied himself with the newspaper that was on the table. Vivek made some more attempts at conversation, and she replied desultorily. Then, finding it increasingly awkward to keep sitting there, she got up to go, saying, “I better get home. The buses will get crowded soon.” It was only three o’clock in the afternoon, so this was obviously an excuse. They watched her walk listlessly down the cante
