Out with it, girl. Anu stops, giving the impression that words have failed her. Grandpa raises his voice. Grandpa comes closer to us and breathes down the napes of our necks. We trail behind him.
Grandpa enters the dressing room.
He surveys the mirror. It has cracks all over. That turns him into a time bomb. We don't reply. We stand, our heads bent, our eyes staring at the marble tiles of the floor.