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ody. Contoured and hard. A swimmer’s
body. A swimmer-carpenter’s body. Polished with a high-wax body polish. He had
high cheekbones and a whitesudden smile. It was his smile that reminded Ammu of
Velutha as a little boy. Helping Vellya Paapen to count coconuts. Holding out little
gifts he had made for herflat on the palm of his hand so that she could take them
without touching him. Boatsboxessmall windmills. Calling her Ammukutty. Little
Ammu. Though she was so much less little than he was. When she looked at him
nowshe couldn’t help thinking that the man he had become bore so little resem-
blance to the boy he had been. His smile was the only piece of baggage he had carried
with him from boyhood into manhood. Suddenly Ammu hoped that it had been him
that Rahel saw in the march. She hoped it had been him that had raised his flag and
knotted arm in anger. She hoped that under his careful cloak of cheerfulness he
housed a livingbreathing anger against the smugordered world that she so raged
against. She hoped it had been him. She was surprised at the extent of her daughter’s
physical ease with him. Surprised that her child seemed to have a sub-world that ex-
cluded her entirely. A tactile world of smiles and laughter that yilai：
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