Excerpt: Kaylie’s eyes light up. “I’m seriously thinking about joining you in Orlando, Mariah. I need more happy people in my life.” Honestly, Kaylie seems more the type to work at Disney than Mariah. She could work her way into a Princess role, with her charm.

Excerpt: Her Facebook still read, “Married,” and her voicemail still said, “You’ve reached Camille Acharya…”. You’d think she’d have changed those right away. Cammie wasn’t being Cammie.

Excerpt: The lack of speed in her gait is at such odds with the insane level of business coming through; it feels like a comedy sketch, with the noticeable absence of laughter. I would laugh if it were appropriate, but she’s caught me out in the past.

Excerpt: Her mother had no response, which, despite Vidhya’s mature age, gave her a nauseating feeling of helplessness. The sports crowd roared, accompanied by a violently triumphant shout from theirs truly. As usual, the women ignored it.

Excerpt: “Did you get the flour from downstairs?” Ba hollers at Dada from the kitchen as if he were on the other side of the house and not sitting in the adjoining dining room.