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Chapters (41)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Nadim Rub’s Most Magnificent Deception
  4. The Alchemic Conception of
  5. The Puppy Love of Parvez Khan
  6. The Crushed Rose Petals of a
  7. The Relative Cost of Gold
  8. The Beginning of the Double Life
  9. The Triumphant Return of Ricky
  10. Of Sunflowers and Sunny Side Ups
  11. A Glorious Spring Wedding for
  12. The Importance of Not Forgetting to
  13. The Middle-Naming of
  14. The Married Life of Ricky Karim and
  15. The Musical Memories of Sharif Khan
  16. The Balti Ballads of Tooting Broadway
  17. Parvez Khan Mourns the Loss of Love
  18. Shona Khan Discovers Photos
  19. The Octopus in the Garage
  20. The Academic Pursuits of Omar Khan
  21. Between Greek Tragedy and
  22. The Balti Ballads Play Brick Lane
  23. The Trouble with December Evenings
  24. Châteauneuf du Pape in a
  25. Burnt Cookies and Driving Lessons
  26. Becoming Accustomed to a Face
  27. Ricky-Rashid Makes a Damning Discovery
  28. Shona Khan Makes a Damning Discovery
  29. Sharif Khan Meets an Angel in Tennis Shoes
  30. The Romantic Memories of Sharif Khan
  31. Omar Khan Celebrates May Day in Oxford
  32. Mrs Henna Karim Extends a
  33. The Dhaka Tea Party
  34. A Performance, a Bookmark and a
  35. Sharif Khan and the Terrifying Truth
  36. Won’t Let Us Have a Breakdown
  37. Confessions Across a Hospital Bed
  38. The Mother and Child Reunion
  39. Party in the Park
  40. Acknowledgements
  41. AN INTERVIEW

‘Well, I don’t care if I haven’t been invited. Uncle Aziz is an old hypocrite, anyway. And I’m not bringing Papa back to Dhaka; I told you already, he’s not going back. He’s going to spend his retirement here, with Verity, if she forgives him. If he goes back at all, it’ll be to finalize your separation. You’ll finally be a free woman,’ she added, hoping her mother might have come round to this idea as being a good thing. ‘You’ll get your own settlement, your own income, you could do whatever you want, go travel-ling, anything …’

Henna exploded at Shona. ‘You shorer bacha kuttar bacha barami,’ she shrieked, the expletives falling freely from her lips. ‘I ask you to do one thing for me in your sorry little life, and you refuse! You’ve ruined your life, and now you want to ruin mine. You ran out on your husband for some Irish tramp you met last week, and you’ve raised a faggot and an overdosing drug-abuser. You were a bad wife, a bad mother, and now you’re a bad daughter, too. I disown you Shona! I have no family anymore!’

‘You haven’t had a family for years,’ Shona screamed back. ‘Don’t you DARE tell me what it is to be a bad mother. You never even knew I was there. You just used me like some commodity, some bauble to brandish, someone to boast about to your friends. You were never there for me, you were never there for my boys. I had twin sons in a foreign country and I had no one to turn to for help, but you didn’t care. You didn’t even come to see them until they were at school. They love you, you know - they think you’re bloody fantastic. But you don’t even know the first thing about them - you don’t know their first names, do you? Or their birthday, do you? Do you, Amma?’ She paused for air, breathing heavily. ‘So, you’re disowning me? That’s a bloody joke - you disowned us all years ago, long, long before I married Parvez and Papa came to England. And you know what? You can’t have us back now. Enjoy what you’ve got, Mamma, it’s all you’ll get.’ Shona hung up, slamming the phone down violently. She pulled up her knees and held them tight, rocking on the bed and shaking with fury.