depressing him, especially because he knew it would end badly for her. He walked over to the mattress and lifted it to check underneath.
“I already looked there,” Kavita said. “Only some condoms.”
Osita was glad she couldn’t see his face. He went through the desk drawers as Kavita trailed behind him, her face growing sadder and sadder. “It’s not here, is it?” she said finally.
Osita sighed. “I’m so sorry, Aunty Kavita. I don’t think it is.” Guilt filled him as she shook her head, dashing the edge of her hand against her eyes.
“It was like a part of him,” she said, “and now it’s gone and he’s gone.” She sniffled and looked up at her nephew, her face crumpling. “He’s gone, Osita. I can’t believe he’s gone.”
“I know, Aunty. I’m sorry.” He hugged her in the humming silence of Vivek’s empty room, holding her as she cried.
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Down the corridor, Chika listened to his wife’s swelling sobs, his phone beside him, lit up with missed calls. He didn’t move from their bed.
Six
Vivek
I kept the book for the title, for how it was spelled. Beautyful. I had no idea why that spelling was chosen, but I liked it because it kept the beauty intact. It wasn’t swallowed, killed off with an i to make a whole new word. It was solid; it was still there, so much of it that it couldn’t fit into a new word, so much fullness. You got a better sense of exactly what was causing that fullness. Beauty.
Beauty.
I wanted to be as whole as that word.
Seven
Osita
I spent my last year of secondary school avoiding Vivek’s house, not wanting to see his eyes or deal with the shattering in his voice. I didn’t see Elizabeth either, but everything felt so spoiled with her; I couldn’t imagine fixing it. I avoided the sports club, convinced she’d be there if I came, swimming slow laps in the pool or heading to the squash courts, her legs moving apart from my own.
My mother was quietly delighted that I was spending so much time at home. The deadlines to apply for universities abroad came and passed. Aunty Kavita might have reminded her, but the reminders never made their way to me. I wondered if I should follow up, but after my fight with Vivek, it felt easier to just let it go. I told myself that it had always been more of Aunty Kavita’s dream, anyway. It was a strange thing for my mother and me to be accidentally united on—this idea of a foreign education dying like an unwatered plant in a dark corner. Instead I applied to universities in the country, those closer to home. Vivek’s family had been selling us dreams I was no longer buying; my father was right, they were not my home.
Vivek came to my graduation with his parents. He and I acted like everything was fine when we met, but we avoided each other for the rest of the day. Before they left, Aunty Kavita came up to me.
“How come we haven’t been seeing you around, beta? Did you hear back from the American schools? I sent your mother the application forms. You sent them in, yes?”
I had no idea what forms she was talking about; I’d never seen them. “Sorry, Aunty. I didn’t get into any of the schools.” I tried to look ashamed, which wasn’t very difficult. “I was afraid you’d be disappointed in me.”
“Oh, Osita!” Aunty Kavita hugged me tightly. “What are you going to do now?”
“I applied to some universities here just in case. Those ones went well. My father wants me to go to school in Nsukka.”
She smiled and patted my cheek. “Well, at least you’ll be close to home. Vivek is starting his applications soon. Fingers crossed for next year!”
My mother interrupted us, gathering the family to take a group picture. Her eyes met mine briefly, and I wondered how much she had overheard, how much she was hiding. I wasn’t interested in digging up her secrets. We stood next to each other for the photograph; I still have it now. I’m wearing deep blue robes and looking sullen, a tassel hanging over my face.
Vivek isn’t even looking at the camera. His eyes are cast off to the side and his chin is lowered. Aunty Kavita has her arm around his waist; she only reaches his shoulder. My father and uncle are standing next to each other, brother by brother. My mother is smiling so widely you can’t