Counterpoint“Oh, I let Shiv know quite clearly when I’m mad at him,” said Priya airily. She did not add, “I can twist him around my little finger,” but her words left Zahi in no doubt that that was the case.
They were sitting at the top of a little-used staircase behind the Main Lecture Theatre in the Anatomy building. The stairs had an inch of dust upon them all the way up, but those at the very top seemed recently dusted, as if someone else had used them for a clandestine assignation. All the same, the girls took out sheets of paper from their bags and sat upon them. Priya had some Wrigley’s in her bag and they sat there, chewing peacefully.
“He’s so apologetic afterwards, you know,” Priya told Zahi. “Really quite sweet. But when I tell him that I’m not going to tolerate being stood up
