But I couldn't stop her from waking up early to call Sarla and tell her what, in fact, she did remember. "We were attacked by a bunch of hoodlums," she told Sarla. "By two motorcycle-borne assailants," I corrected her. "Whatever," she said, "and they broke the car window with their elbow." "Er, that would be a cement tile," I pointed out. "Okay, cement tile, stone, brick, boulder
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