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Later, they walked back to her apartment, a small, cluttered place with star charts on the walls and a kettle on the stove. She made him chai with ginger and black pepper, the way his mother made it. They sat on her floor, backs against the bed, and talked until the sky turned the color of a new bruise.

“You snore,” she said.

Her name was Maya. She was a grad student in astrophysics. Her family was from Chennai, but she’d grown up in Texas. She spoke with a drawl that curled around her Tamil consonants. They talked for three hours. About singularities, about the monsoon, about the way light bends around a black hole and the way his mother bends light around a kitchen. Laid in America