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Olden Days, she said (history, for Pamela, was divided into the Ancient Era, the Dark Ages, the Olden Days, the British Empire, the Modern Age and the Present), petnapping was good business. The poor would steal the canines of the rich, train them to forget their names, and sell them back to their grieving, helpless owners in shops on Portobello Road. Pamela’s local history was always detailed and frequently unreliable. “But, my God,” Zeeny Vakil said, “you must sell up pronto and move. I know those English, all the same, riff-raff and nawabs. You can’t fight their bloody traditions.”
My wife, Pamela Lovelace, frail as porcelain, graceful as gazelles , he remembered. I put down roots in the women I love . The banalities of infidelity. He put them away and talked about his work.
When Zeeny Vakil found out how Saladin Chamcha made his money, she let fly a series of shrieks that made one of the medallioned Arabs knock at the door to make sure everything was all right. He saw a beautiful woman sitting up in bed with what looked like buffalo milk running down her face and dripping off the point of her chin, and, apologizing to Chamcha for the intrusion, he withdrew hastily, sorry, sport, hey, you’re some lucky guy .
“You poor potato,” Zeeny gasped between peals of laughter. “Those Angrez bastards. They really screwed you up.”
So now his work was funny. “I have a gift for accents,” he said haughtily. “Why I shouldn’t employ?”
“’Why I should not employ?_’” she mimicked him, kicking her legs in the air. “Mister actor, your moustache just slipped again.”
Oh my God.
What’s happening to me?
What the devil?
Help.
Because he did have that gift, truly he did, he was the Man of a Thousand Voices and a Voice. If you wanted to know how your ketchup bottle should talk in its television commercial, if you were unsure as to the ideal voice for your packet of garlicflavoured crisps, he was your very man. He made carpets speak in warehouse advertisements, he did celebrity impersonations, baked beans, frozen peas. On the radio he could convince an