Madly
“My pale blue T-shirt sticks to my skin. The humidity and warmth are so far removed from Kingstown weather it almost feels like we’ve flown to another planet.
“Wait here,” Kirsty tells me, right before we leave security to pick up our luggage. When she’s back, she has two silvery scarves in her hands. “Put one over your head.”
“Why, is this the custom in Bharat?” I ask, winding the scarf over my hair.
“It will help you blend in with the crowd, but even better than that, it’s perfect for thwarting any paparazzi that are around. Try it on me.”
I take out my phone and snap a picture of her with the flash. The picture shows a bright white light obscuring her entire face. “This is genius!” I say.
She grins. “Right, now let’s go.” Kirsty shoots through the crowd in the arrivals area like an arrow from a tightly strung bow, and I struggle to keep up with her.
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