And Imran still wasn’t showing his face. Sanjay had found himself a white girl, probably some spotty-faced little thing from the streets who he’d fool around with until he got bored. If the girl was white, then it couldn’t be anything serious, and besides, Rani was glad not to have him underfoot in the house. Best of all, he wouldn’t be doped to the nines all day. Can’t rub a slinky snakegirl if you’re smacked out of your tree, Sanjay baby, she reflected cynically.