Last week Fatima, Gulshan and I flew to my home province of Nova Scotia for my cousin’s wedding. It was an eye-opening trip in a lot of ways: Nova Scotia is about as far away from Los Angeles as one can get in North America, and Gulshan apparently believed that we and all others aboard our plane would plunge to our deaths unless she kept the airplane going through the force of her screams.
Of course, on arrival in N.S. Gulshan immediately gave the lie to our shredded nerves and whitened hair, behaving like an angel throughout our visit. Sort of.