PRIYA'S M01HER PLACED the pot of water on
the stove, and Priya poured in the sugar. One, two, three,
four cups of the sugary crystals glinted under the stove light.
Priya peered into the pot as she stirred the sugar water. Soon it
would be thick and syrupy.
"Mummy, what time is it back home ... " Priya stopped and
corrected herself. "I mean ... in India?"
Her mother rattled around in the cabinet for another small
pot. "Here it is seven at night, so in India it is six-thirty in the
.
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