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She sent Vijay off to fetch a fresh sarong and shirt, and sat the old man down on a
stool. Then taking the towel she had slung across her shoulder she began to rub
him down vigorously. 'Where's Raman? Isn't he coming to eat?' she inquired ...
Vijay turned round and confronted his grandfather. 'You can't do that, seeya' he
protested and, taking the money out of the case, he tried to stuff it back into the
folds around the waist of his grandfather's sarong. 'I don't need it, honestly I don't.
the Commander's voice rasped out. 'To question him,' announced Yogi. 'You are
not in a position to question anyone. You put him in charge; if he didn't tell the
army, who did? And how do you think he got that new sarong he's wearing?
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WHEN MEMORY DIESUser Review - Kirkus
First published in Britain, a novel that movingly details how three generations of idealists try to find meaning and purpose as their country, Sri Lanka, becomes another killing field. The author ... Read full review