Bombay had made them more American than Cambridge had, my mother said, something she hadn’t anticipated and didn’t understand. There were remarks concerning your mother’s short hair, her slacks, the Johnnie Walker she and your father had continued to drink after the meal was finished, taking it with them from the dining room to the living room.
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Jhumpa Lahiri, in her short story, Once in a Life Time, that appeared in The New Yorker and is also a part of her collection of short stories, Unaccustomed Earth. I’ve ordered my copy and I can’t wait to read it! (via ruhi)
I ordered it too, umm, from the library. I can’t wait either.
