Rama kept her eyes on the door to the ticket office on the far side of the room. A man in European dress appeared. Rama watched him walk over to three women in the most amazing clothing. The women’s bodies looked like triangles, thin at the top and wide at the bottom. Their skirts seemed to float across the floor.
“Krishna, look.” Rama pointed.
“My goodness. What do you suppose they keep under their skirts?”
“And what’s on their heads?”
“I wonder if they’ll be on our train?”
“Huh. If they are they won’t be sitting with us.”
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