East Into Upper East (2016)
“She was his wife, and he would have thought that no one had known her more deeply, in every way, than he had. But now, they said, she was a holy woman sitting under a tree in some holy place in the Himalayas, and people came from all over India to take blessings and good vibrations from her. Ludicrous, he thought. She might fool all the world, but she couldn’t fool him. Or could she? He hadn’t seen her for twenty years.
He still lived in London, in the flat they had rented long ago when they ha...d first come to England as newlyweds. It was just one room, badly partitioned into two, with a makeshift kitchen and bathroom wedged in between, but the address was good, behind Harrods, so Farid hung on. The place was falling into decay. The landlord had been trying to get him out for years and refused to make any repairs. Farid couldn’t afford to go anywhere else. He had not got on and now never would, and no longer cared. He was in his fifties and slovenly, fat from drinking too much.
In his youth, in India, he had been exquisite, and so had Farida—both of them small-boned, elegant, and quick in mind and body.MoreLess
He still lived in London, in the flat they had rented long ago when they ha...d first come to England as newlyweds. It was just one room, badly partitioned into two, with a makeshift kitchen and bathroom wedged in between, but the address was good, behind Harrods, so Farid hung on. The place was falling into decay. The landlord had been trying to get him out for years and refused to make any repairs. Farid couldn’t afford to go anywhere else. He had not got on and now never would, and no longer cared. He was in his fifties and slovenly, fat from drinking too much.
In his youth, in India, he had been exquisite, and so had Farida—both of them small-boned, elegant, and quick in mind and body.MoreLess
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