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Chapter Twenty-Six

We arrived at the street. It was as busy as it had been yesterday. I had a feeling that schools were on holiday. That was the only explanation I could conceive of children loitering around so early in the morning. I don’t know much about schools like I’d used to, because I don’t like to think about what I’d lost. It never solved anything.

I stepped out of the taxi with Success in my arms, feeling a sigh on my heart. It was easier to look at things now without feeling any external pressure. I would be living here, in this fierce environment. Now, that I was here, I knew I couldn’t call it ghetto. There were worse places than here. Yet, it had this offbeat feel to it. It was the type of place that everyone knew everyone. Nothing escaped their eyes. This was quite evident in the way some people looked at me coyly, and others openly as I looked around.

“Madam, where do I keep your bags?” The driver’s voice pulled me
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