Chapters (40)
- Cover
- Also by Saumya Dave
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Acknowledgments
- Readers Guide
- Discussion Questions
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
“My sister’s a shrink, which means she’s intuitive about people.” Natasha strokes her chin in a forced contemplating pose that Suhani usually finds funny. “And she really is! She knows just when I’m starting to feel good about myself because that’s the exact moment she shows up and makes sure I hate myself again! It’s okay, it’s okay. I just remind myself about how uptight she is and how at the end of the day, I may not be as accomplished as her, but at least I don’t have to pull a stick out of my ass! You’ve gotta count the wins, people! Count. The. Wins!”
“Oh my God.” Suhani falls back on the couch. “How could she say that? Why would she?”
“Because we let her get away with too much nonsense, that’s why,” Bina says as she clicks on another video, this one also taken against Suhani and Zack’s window.
“So, my family’s technically Hindu,” Natasha says. “I say ‘technically’ because I don’t really practice anything myself. But I can get on board with the reincarnation idea. And if I can choose who to come back as, I’d love to come back as God. But a God who can do some drugs, daydream, and still be worshipped. In other words, I want to come back as my brother.”
“Drugs? Anuj has tried drugs?!” Bina feels as though someone delivered a swift punch to her stomach. She wraps her hands around the phone until her nails make tiny half-moons in her palms.
“I don’t think that’s what’s most important right now,” Suhani says.
Bina wants to scream. But to her surprise, her voice is soft and low as she turns to Suhani. “Call her. Now.”
“Are you su—”
“NOW!” Bina says. “She’s been ignoring my calls for days and I know she’ll pick up if it’s you. And if she doesn’t, I’ll go to your apartment myself. But she will be hearing from me!”
Suhani nods and calls Natasha, who picks up in two rings.
“Hi!” Natasha says, oblivious. On her end, a man’s voice yells, “Jim! Tall Americano! Daryl! Grande cappuccino with extra foam.”
“Are you performing at a coffee shop?” Suhani asks.
“What? No. I’m, uh, well, I’m actually at Starbucks for my training.”
Bina starts to ask what training Natasha’s talking about, but Suhani holds up her hand as a gesture to stay quiet.
“Training?” Suhani asks.