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This person had, however, no time for such “high falutions”; was, indeed, incapable of faluting at all; having just seen, emerging from the swirl of cloud, the figure of a glamorous woman of a certain age, wearing a brocade sari in green and gold, with a diamond in her nose and lacquer defending her high-coiled hair against the pressure of the wind at these altitudes, as she sat, equably, upon a flying carpet. “Rekha Merchant,” Gibreel greeted her. “You couldn’t find your way to heaven or what?” Insensitive words to speak to a dead woman! But his concussed, plummeting condition may be offered in mitigation
. . . Chamcha, clutching his legs, made an uncomprehending query: “What the hell?”
“You don’t see her?” Gibreel shouted. “You don’t see her goddamn Bokhara rug?”
No, no, Gibbo, her voice whispered in his ears, don’t expect him to confirm. I am strictly for your eyes only, maybe you are going crazy, what do you think, you namaqool, you piece of pig excrement, my love. With death comes honesty, my beloved, so I can call you by your true names.
Cloudy Rekha murmured sour nothings, but Gibreel cried again to Chamcha: “Spoono? You see her or you don’t?”
Saladin Chamcha saw nothing, heard nothing, said nothing. Gibreel faced her alone. “You shouldn’t have done it,” he admonished her. “No, sir. A sin. A suchmuch thing.”
O, you can lecture me now, she laughed. You are the one with the high moral tone, that’s a good one. It was you who left me, her voice reminded his ear, seeming to nibble at the lobe. It was you, O moon of my delight, who hid behind a cloud. And I in darkness, blinded, lost, for love.
He became afraid. “What do you want? No, don’t tell, just go.”
When you were sick I could not see you, in case of scandal, you knew I could not, that I stayed away for your sake, but afterwards you punished, you used it as your excuse to leave, your cloud to hide behind. That, and also her,