Redemption in Indigo
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There was a slightly baffled silence. The twins gave each other the wide-eyed look that youngsters get when a parental lecture becomes a bit too complicated. Kwame caught it, smiled ruefully, and gave them the brief man-hug that a father uses on his sons.
'You are both mine,’ he summarised. ‘I may understand Ajit's sense of humour a little better than I can grasp Yao's deep thoughts, but you're still both mine.'
'And mine, too,’ came a voice behind them.
There was Paama, smiling approvingly at her husband, a tray of tall glasses in her hands. Their sides were cloudy with condensation, but the pale greenish-brown liquid inside them was too familiar to be mistaken.
'Ginger and lime!’ said Ajit, jumping up for his share.
'Good of you to be so quick, dear. Now take this glass to your father and then come back for yours,’ she said smoothly.
Kwame accepted his drink with a broad smile at the family joke. ‘I was just telling the boys a true story about a less fortunate son??nd speaking of true stories, why don't you tell them about the exciting life you led just before you met me?'
Paama's gaze flickered quickly over her sons as they took their drinks, and she said, ‘I don't think we need to bother with that old story any more.'
Ajit eyed his brother over the rim of his glass and waggled his eyebrows meaningfully. She knows.
'Why not?’ Yao said, glaring at his brother. ‘We'd love to hear it.'
Paama gave him a look that was at once so knowing and so amused that he gulped lime and ginger juice the wrong way. He choked and wheezed helplessly as his father and his brother laughed at the turning colours of his face.
'Take him inside and flush out his lungs,’ Kwame advised, taking pity on him at last.
Paama took the empty glasses back on the tray and walked Yao back to the house. Once inside, she made him drink a glass of goat's milk to soothe the irritation of the ginger, and then she passed him a honey-almond cake for the sake of comfort. He stood beside her at the window while she washed the dishes, and gazed outside, watching Ajit as he helped his father continue work on the trench.
Suddenly he felt very jealous.
'I wish I could stay out in the sun,’ he said angrily.
'But you can't,’ she replied with calm. ‘Not with your skin the colour it is.'
Yao did not ask why. He had asked why many years ago when he first struggled under the discipline of covering clothes, sheltering hats, and carefully timed outdoor sessions. Instead he said, ‘If I could choose, I'd want my skin to be??lue. A really deep, dark blue.'
'Indigo,’ his mother clarified. ‘Yes, I bet you would.'
He did not look up at her, but he leaned against her in that affectionate way sons have with their mothers when they feel they are too old for all that babyish hugging and kissing. She leaned against him too, and splashed him with the dishwater, whether accidentally or on purpose he couldn't tell, but the smile she flashed him was mischievous.
'Your father and I have been thinking about travelling again. The Sisters have taught you all that a lay person can know, and it's time you boys were apprenticed anyway. What do you think?'
'I'd love to see what else there is besides Makendha,’ Yao said with enthusiasm. ‘As for being an apprentice?? know Ajit wants to be a tracker like Da,’ he added a little wistfully.
She glanced at him. Her face was sympathetic, but not pitying. ‘I'll teach you how to cook if you like. No need to be out in the sun for that.'
'Yes!’ he exclaimed, thrilled at the idea. Though he was her son and had grown up eating at her table daily, he was not immune to Paama's fame as a cook. ‘When can we start?'
'Today if you like. What would you like to make?'
He did not have to think for very long. The memory came to him, as the memories often did, although he found it impossible to discuss them with anyone except his twin brother.
'Chocolate cake,’ he declared.
Paama guided him through the recipe that very evening. It went rather well. He even tried a slice of the end result on Constancy, the family cat, and she too seemed to agree that he might yet have a future in the art of providing humans with sustenance.
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Karen Lord was born in Barbados in 1968 and decided to explore the world. After completing a science degree at the University of Toronto, she realised that the course she had enjoyed most was History of the English Language. Several degrees, jobs, countries, and years later, she had taught physics, trained soldiers, worked in the Foreign Service, and gained a PhD in sociology of religion. She writes fiction to balance the nonfiction she produces as an academic and research consultant. She lives in Barbados and now uses the internet to explore the world, which is cheaper.
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Acknowledgements
To Dr Peter Laurie, for reading the very first draft, giving me excellent advice, and recommending that I enter the manuscript in the Frank Collymore Literary Competition; to the Reverend Dr Carol Roberts, for proofreading my PhD thesis and Redemption in Indigo and doing a brilliant job with both; to the Frank Collymore Literary Endowment Committee, whose award supported me both emotionally and financially as I strove to take my writing more seriously; to Nalo Hopkinson, for bringing the news of a local award to an international audience, and for continuing to promote Caribbean speculative fiction, not least through the example of her own award-winning works; to Small Beer Press, for accepting this manuscript; to Robert Edison Sandiford and other authors, for directly or indirectly helping me to navigate the business side of a writing career; to my father and my sister, for more than I can express; and to everyone—friends, family and strangers—for reading drafts, giving feedback, and keeping my muse motivated with their enthusiasm and interest, to all of you I say, ‘Thank you'.
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Table of Contents
To the memory of my mother, Muriel Haynes Lord.
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Epilogue
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