But Rehana had decided long ago this was a stupid rule.
She couldn’t remember who had told her that rule – her mother? – no, her mother had probably never sliced a mango in her brief, dreamy life. There was a rule about not touching pickles during the monthlies.
Then she would stuff them into jars and leave them on the roof to ripen.
She would slice the green mangoes and cook them slowly with chillies and mustard seeds. Maya was by far the better climber: her foot would curl over the branches and hold her fast, while she stretched her arms and plucked the fruit, throwing it down to Rehana, who kept shouting, ‘Be careful! Be careful!’ When they were younger, this was the children’s job. She asked the boys to pick them from the tree. The mangoes on the tree were just about ready: grassy-green and RemovedNEL Tts_version 4.“There was only one thing to do, she decided: make pickles. OL9302746W Page_number_confidence 93.88 Pages 394 Partner Innodata Pdf_module_version 0.0.20 Ppi 300 Rcs_key 24143 Republisher_date 20201128161058 Republisher_operator Republisher_time 326 Scandate 20201126181625 Scanner Scanningcenter cebu Scribe3_search_catalog isbn Scribe3_search_id 9781846179143 Source Access-restricted-item true Addeddate 16:15:18 Boxid IA40008118 Camera USB PTP Class Camera Collection_set printdisabled External-identifier
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