I was standing in front of the dark wooden door. It was heavy – the silence in the room and the nervous glances from the women were making the door swollen and sullen. We were in the long hallway connecting the dining area and the drawing room. A few chairs were strewn around. The women were sitting on them and on the floor, occasionally throwing a glance at the door. They were anticipating an explosion of wails or at the least muffled cries coming from behind the door, but there was no noise, just stillness. Outside, the heat was smouldering, the dry desert winds were blowing. Somewhere far off, I could hear the call of a plum-headed parakeet.
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