Rama drew my attention away from the mirror. “One of the boys will bring your luggage soon, and then you can refresh yourself in the bathroom and get some re—” She paused as if she just remembered something and suddenly looked stricken, but the look left her face so quickly that I wondered if I had imagined it. For some reason, I could feel that Rama was reluctant to leave me. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she finally said softly …
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