case?â
âWho can tell?â says Zafar, flipping over pages. âOne day something must surely happen, why not today?â
âThatâs a fine philosophy,â says Bhoora. âMe, Iâd have long ago given up.â
âGiving up is not Zafarâs style,â says Nisha from the danger side.
âEighteen years, itâs the lifetime of my eldest,â says Bhoora. âBoyâs just got married, his wife has a liking for chicken, daily itâs Selim get me a chicken, and make sure it has no pink feathers.â Bhoora swerves to miss an onrushing bhutt-bhutt-pig. âHow is the boy to afford any chicken let alone a non-pink one?â Eyes, I should explain that at Khaufpuri chicken centres they put a pink mark on yesterdayâs birds, which are cheaper because theyâve been in the cages an extra day, it makes them taste not so good.
âBhooré miyañ,â says Nisha, âyou canât blame the girl for being used to good things. This is your fault for finding him a wife with expensive tastes.â She leans past me and gives Zafar a smile which turns my stomach.
âSo whatâs he doing now, your son?â asks Zafar with a chuckle.
âZafar bhai, he wants to be an engineer, but I told him, all such fancy ideas forget, learn to drive an auto, itâs not such a bad life.â
âAuto driving is honest work,â says Zafar, âbut an engineerâs wife could eat chicken twice a day.â I can hear the buggerâs mind churning, heâs thinking how he can help Bhooraâs son find the money for training. No wonder people adore him.
âAt least I now know what advice to give,â says Bhoora. âZafar bhai says tell your wife that one day she will surely have chicken, just she may have to wait eighteen years.â
The case is supposed to start in court two, Naya Adalat, at ten oâclock. Quarter to ten we are outside, half past ten weâre still waiting. Thereâs just Nisha, Zafar and me. No sign of judge, lawyers. Defendants are a whole nother joke, eighteen years late, whatâs a few more minutes?
âSuch a faith in the law my dad has,â says Nisha, âhe should see this.â She tosses her hair, which is a thing girls learn to do from the movies to show theyâre annoyed, then gives a little glance at Zafar. I really hate seeing her look to him for approval, but Zafar just nods, again checks the clock.
Iâve tugged his trouser to get his attention. âWhy donât you wear a watch?â
âWhat, and handcuff myself to time?â He gives me a grin. Heâs thinking, I guess, that Iâll ask him to explain, so I donât ask.
Nisha leans against Zafar and closes her eyes, putain strokes her hair.
âIn this very court,â I say to break the fucking spell, âI used to be a mystery defendant.â So then they want to know how, when, why etcetera, and Iâve done the voices.
âCase against boy known as Animal, section chaar sau bees.
âWhere is the accused?
âYour honour he is here.
âWhere? I donât see him.
âRight here, your honour, in the dock.
âDonât be silly. I am looking at the dock, thereâs no one there.
âYour honour, accused is of unusual stature.
Zafarâs chuckling. Nisha pats my shoulder. âSuch a fool.â
âNot such a fool,â says Zafar. âEmpty dockâs our problem too.â
Ten to eleven the judge finally turned up, arrived too are some local lawyer types in black suits. âNew judge,â sighs Nisha. âI was four years old when this case began, now itâs had thirteen judges.â
âLucky for some.â Iâve climbed on the backs of the public seats, which is the only way I can catch a sight of the new milord, plus it brings my head close to Nishaâs. She turns and smiles at me. Every bad thought about her and Zafar, they are