that when both Sowmya and Jayant were looking at me waiting for me to reply?
“No . . . that’s not what I meant,” I said lamely.
“So you’ll be here tomorrow?” Nanna asked.
It was a goddamn ambush!
“No one will force you into marriage,” Ma said eagerly. “Just look at the boy and if you don’t like him, you don’t have to marry him. But if you don’t see him you will never know.”
Oh, I’d know! But they were all looking at me with quiet desperation on their faces. They were so enthusiastic to see me married, settled, as they believed I should be. And what child could hold out against parental desperation?
“I’ll be there,” I said defeated, before leaving the kitchen.
I walked past the hall where Thatha, Ammamma, and Lata were watching the evening Telugu news and found Neelima and Anand talking to each other in the bedroom next to the veranda. She was crying, yet again, and he was holding her hand. They both looked incredibly cute and very much in love with each other. I felt a pang of envy. They were already married, while I didn’t have the guts to tell my parents about Nick. My cowardice knew no bounds because now I had even agreed to sit through a bride-seeing ceremony.
I felt my empty ring finger with my thumb and then clenched my fist. I had taken the ring off in the plane before it landed in Hyderabad. I had hidden Nick from the start. Maybe I had known even before I left that he would continue to be my dirty secret.
I picked up my purse, which was lying next to the shoe rack on the veranda, and leaned over to find the slippers I had thrown from my feet a while ago. I slipped out of the house without telling anyone to look for a telephone booth. I found one a street away from the goli soda shop. I dialed Nick’s cell phone number and he picked up the phone almost before the first ring ended.
“Hi,” I said, and I could hear his relief even before he said anything.
“How are you? Where are you?”
“At my grandma’s house,” I said.
“How’re you holding up?” Nick asked.
“Okay.”
“You don’t sound okay.”
“I’m fine,” I said, trying to inject some false joy into my sagging voice. “It’s just the whole . . . the boy they want me to see . . . It’s just tiring.”
“You’re not going to go through that bride-seeing ceremony . . . are you?” Nick asked softly.
I paused for a microsecond before lying confidently. “Of course not.”
“Are you sure? I mean, do you want to? I . . . This is hard, this is very hard. I am . . . Are you having doubts?” he asked, his frustration hitting me squarely on my conscience.
“Doubts about us?” I asked, swallowing hard. “Of course not, Nick. How could you even think that?”
“Well, it makes me wonder. You’re so reluctant to tell them about us. I’m not a serial killer or rapist. I’m a pretty decent catch. . . . Don’t you think? My mother thinks so,” Nick said, laughing a little at the end.
“Oh, you’re better than decent. You’re the best catch this side of the Mississippi,” I said, joining him in trying to lighten the air, letting the doubts slip away.
“I wish I’d come with you. I wish I was there with you now,” he said suddenly in exasperation.
I wished he had, too. It would’ve made everything twice as difficult but at least I wouldn’t have been alone and my parents would never have tried to set me up with some friend’s, friend’s son.
“I want to tell them about you. I will tell them about you, today, soon, now,” I said, lying again. I had never lied to Nick before, this was akin to cheating on him but I couldn’t do anything about it. I was caught up in a tornado and I had left Kansas a long time ago.
“I’ll tell them tomorrow,” I lied yet again. I had no intentions of telling them about Nick anymore. I couldn’t. I would just have to kill myself on the way back home to Nick so that no one would be the wiser about my deception.
“Tell them . . . don’t tell them; just don’t stress too much. You’re on vacation, you should enjoy yourself,” he said and I wondered if he knew I was lying.
“I will tell them. I love you, Nick,” I said almost desperately.
“And I you.”
“I’ve