“Would you like to come in?" I said. My hands were sweaty. Inside my chest an ocean heaved and crashed and heaved again. "I would," he said. I saw his Adam's apple jerk as he swallowed. "Thank you." I was distracted by that thank you. We had moved past the language of formality long ago. It was strange to relearn it with each other.” FictionNovelIndianWomen S FictionMothers And DaughtersIndian AuthorsImmigrant ExperienceImmigrant FictionDivakaruniBook Club BooksLove Mothers And Daughters Book:Before We Visit the Goddess Source: Before We Visit the Goddess