"The store is far?"
"Just a few minutes."
"But you must take the car?"
I nodded, and she looked disappointed. "Without a car there is nowhere to go?"
"Not really. Can you drive?" She shook her head.
"It's not hard. I'm sure you could get a license."
"Oh, no," she said, not as if she were incapable, but as if driving were beneath her. "I would not like to learn."
"I'll be back in a while," I said. I noticed that the girls were looking up at me and I hesitated. "Would you like to come along?"
"Yes, please," Rupa and Piu said at the same time. They looked at Chitra, and she nodded in assent.
I went back to the guestroom to get my wallet and keys, and when I returned the girls were already in their coats, matching red parkas that my father must have bought for them after they arrived. The thick zippers and bright nylon shells of the coats transformed their appearance, suddenly lending them a legitimately American air. They sat together in the back of my car among the newspapers, empty soda bottles, course books, cassette tapes. "Sorry for the mess," I said, tossing everything off the seat and onto the floor. They fastened their seat belts carefully, prying one of the buckles out of its gap, Rupa helping Piu. Chitra stood in her housecoat looking through the storm door. She was trusting me to take her children to a place she'd never heard of and would not be able to find. Still, she waved and forced a small smile. I stepped on the clutch, about to reverse the car, when Chitra opened the storm door, poking her head out. "And I will be all right?"
"What do you mean?"
"I will be safe alone, in this house?"
"Of course," I said, stunned that it would be the first time, nearly laughing at her. "Enjoy it."
"She does not allow us to go outside," Piu said. "Not without her."
"She is afraid because she cannot see neighbors," Rupa added.
"And that we will fall into the swimming pool."
I did not know how to respond to any of this, so I said nothing as I backed out of the long driveway and drove toward town. The closest Dunkin' Donuts was less than fifteen minutes away, and when I approached it felt too soon. I wanted to continue driving, and so I kept going, heading toward the next town, where there was a beach my mother used to like for an occasional change of scenery. This required getting on the highway, and I found it satisfying, accelerating for a short while along the empty, impersonal road. The girls asked no questions about where we were going, each looking steadily out the back windows, the journey still brief enough that the lack of conversation did not feel strange. I entered the next town and took a road from which the gray line of the ocean was visible. I pointed this out to Rupa and Piu, but they said nothing. "We can either go into the drive-through or inside," I said once we reached the donut shop. "You guys have a preference?" "Which way is best?" Rupa asked.
"With the drive-through I get my coffee and drink it as we go back to the house. The other way, we sit inside."
Rupa voted for the drive-through, Piu to go inside. "Tell you what," I said. "We'll go in, and on our way home I'll get a refill in the drive-through."
They seemed pleased that neither option would be denied to them and got out of the car, holding hands as they walked across the parking lot. The Dunkin' Donuts was part of a shopping plaza with a liquor store, a Bed and Bath, and a place that sold party supplies. The lot was crammed with the cars of last-minute Christmas shoppers, but Dunkin' Donuts was empty. Christmas carols played on the sound system, their trite melodies foreign to Rupa and Piu. I ordered my coffee and asked the girls what they wanted. They stared at the selections, Piu straining on tiptoe, Rupa with her mouth slightly open and her tongue planted in one corner of it. The decent thing to do was to lift Piu up so that she could get a better view, and when I offered, she raised her hands and came into my arms. She was heavier than I expected, and I placed her on the counter, where she continued to stare.
"Which is your favorite, KD?"
"Boston Cream."
"I want that one, then."
"Me, too," Rupa said.
"Make it three," I told the cashier.
We sat in a booth, me on one side of the Formica table, my stepsisters on the other. They began eating enthusiastically, not pausing until they were finished, exchanging glances and a sisterly commentary I was not privy to. I ate my donut as well, surprised by how much smaller their mouths were, how much longer it took them to finish compared to me. I felt separate from them in every way but at the same time could not deny the things that bound us together. There was my father, of course, but he seemed to be the least relevant in a way. Like them I'd made that journey from India to Massachusetts, too old not to experience the shock of it, too young to have a say in the matter. They would recall all of this, perhaps not as clearly as I remember those first months at your parents' home, but nevertheless they would remember. Like them I had lost a parent and was now being asked to accept a replacement. I wondered how well they remembered their father; Piu would only have been five at the time. Even my memories of my mother had begun to break apart in the three and a half years since her death, the thousands of days I had spent with her reduced to a handful of stock scenes. I was lucky, compared to Rupa and Piu, having had my mother for as long as I did. The knowledge of death seemed present in both sisters-it was something about the way they carried themselves, something that had broken too soon and had not mended, marking them in spite of their lightheartedness.
"Liked that?" I asked.
Both girls nodded, and Piu said, "Another tooth is loose."
She opened her mouth and pressed a tiny chocolate-stained lower tooth forward with her tongue.
The coffee was too hot to drink, so I removed the lid and set it on the counter. Piu was looking out the window, at the cars pulling in and out of the lot. Rupa was eyeing the donuts on display, the dispensers of coffee, the tanks of bubbling red punch.
"Would you like another?"
She shook her head, avoiding my gaze. She was more reserved than Piu and seemed, at times, unimpressed by her new surroundings. "I would like to bring one home for Ma."
"The one with the colors on top," Piu said, kneeling up in the booth and pointing. "That is prettiest."
Rupa disagreed. "I like the one that is covered in snow."
"Here's a dollar," I said, lifting my hips and reaching for my wallet. "Would you guys like to buy a couple more?"
"We are not allowed to touch money," Rupa said.
"It's only a dollar. Even if you were to lose it between here and there," I said, glancing back at the cash register, "it wouldn't be a big deal."
"Big deal?" Piu asked, knitting her dark brows together.
"Not important."
They slid out of the booth and walked toward the counter, each of them holding a corner of the dollar bill as if it were a miniature banner in a parade. I had my back to the counter so I turned partway around to watch. I saw Rupa pointing, once and once more, then both of them sliding the dollar to the cashier. He folded over the top of the bag and moved it back and forth, unsure which of the girls to hand it to, eventually leaving it on the counter for Rupa.
"Why didn't you say anything?" I asked when they returned.
Rupa handed me the change, looking defensive. "We have done something wrong?"
"No. But you could have said the kind of donuts you wanted instead of pointing, you could have thanked the cashier when he gave them to you. And you should always start off by saying hello."
Rupa looked down at the table. "Sorry."
"Don't apologize. I'm just saying, you guys don't have to be shy. The more you use your English in these situations, the better it will be. It's already good."
"Not like yours," Rupa said. "They will laugh at us in school."