The prophetic taunting of the galli boys had stuck in Dicey’s mind and after hearing his father slur over suggestions like Usha and Indumati, during his nightly quart of whisky, he decided, in an almost defiant stance, to say: Saraswati Poornima Ines Espinado.
Dicey’s dad choked on his booze. “By the whiskers on my grandmother’s backside,” he exclaimed, “son that’s the first sign of intelligence you’ve shown since you were born.” And so Saraswati got her her name and before long was nicknamed Spice and before very long, Spicey.
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