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The kitchen smelled of cumin and onions, the remnants of dinner still clinging to the air. Suresh had planted himself on the living room sofa twenty minutes ago, the television blaring some cricket match he'd already seen twice. His feet were propped on the ottoman, a bottle of beer dangling from his fingers, his eyes glazed with the particular stupidity of a man who thought his wife was scrubbing dishes.