"Red. Red. Red." Parvati flew around her work room, swatches of cloth in her hand. "I know you're here somewhere!" Throwing the pieces of fabric over her shoulder, she buried her arms up to the elbows in a trunk of cloth.
"Padma! Have you seen the crimson piece Mrs. Cornerstone- AHA!" Shouting a bit in triumph, Parvati held the offending piece of
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