We came down to breakfast in the morning, hand in hand. The girls were already in the kitchen, still in their nightwear, and as we sat down at the table Amy said, "Good morning, you two. I hope you got some sleep at least; we could tell you were enjoying yourselves."
"And how would you know that?" I asked, grinning, certain of what their answer would be.
"We were still clearing up in the dining room," replied Laura, "and we, er, heard you." She smiled shyly at Sarah.
"I definitely don't have any complaints," acknowledged Sarah with a grin. "Now, have you left us anything for breakfast?"
Amy got up and went to the stove. "Bacon in here," she said, uncovering a pan, "and eggs – here." She quickly cracked four eggs and started them frying.
"You don't plan on us going hungry," smiled Sarah.
"Got to keep your strength up," winked Amy.
We sat and chatted, making short work of bacon, eggs, toast, coffee.
"What would you all like to do today?" I asked.
"There's something I'd like us to do after breakfast," Sarah replied.
"Upstairs, or downstairs?" Amy teased.
"Hmm, that's mostly up to you," said Sarah, smiling. "Remember I said I'd brought you a few things – I'd really like to give them to you today. Then you can all try them on."
"Great," I said. "No need for us to get dressed, if we're going to be trying on Sarah's presents. Let's go in the living room, and Sarah can play Santa Claus."
Sarah disappeared upstairs to the guest room to fetch her surprises. The girls and I went through to the living room, and Amy and Laura sat side by side on one of the sofas while I took my usual armchair.
Sarah came back with several brightly-coloured bags. "This one's for you, Tim. Amy, here's yours. And Laura, yours."
"What about you?" I asked.
She produced another bag. "But you've already seen me in this outfit, so no surprises there."
"So why don't you go first," I said.
She pulled the garments out of the bag, then reached down and gracefully lifted her nightdress over her head, draping it over the back of a chair.
I could see that Amy and Laura's eyes were drawn to Sarah's body, and Sarah remained still for a moment, letting them look at her.
"Thanks, Sarah," said Amy finally. "You look great."
Sarah smiled, and pulled on her trousers, deftly tying the drawstring in a bow. Then she slipped the tunic over her head, and arranged her long scarf around her neck as they had seen her wear it before.
"I don't quite have the posture that the Indian girls have," she said. "I think they learn it from the moment they start to walk. But I do like this outfit."
"Who's next?" I asked.
"Why don't you try yours, Tim?" said Laura.
"Fair enough," I said. I looked in the bag, finding a pair of trousers much like Sarah's. Underneath was a flat packet containing something made from brightly coloured fabric. I pulled it out and unfolded the garment, seeing a richly-embroidered silk tunic with gold buttons at the high collar.
"Wow, Sarah, it's gorgeous!"
"Put them on," said Sarah.
I undid my dressing gown and slipped it off, laying it beside Sarah's nightdress. I glanced across; Sarah and the girls were watching me, and I took my time pulling on the trousers, tying the drawstring as I'd seen Sarah do. Then I slipped the embroidered tunic over my head and did up the buttons, straightening the high collar.
"That suits you," said Amy. "I can imagine you at an Indian wedding, like in those Bollywood films we watched."
"So that just leaves you two," said Sarah. "Laura, take a look in your bag."
Laura first pulled out what seemed to be yards of white linen. "What's this?" she asked.
"That's the petticoat," explained Sarah. Laura glanced over at Amy, then pulled her long t-shirt off over her head and dropped it on the floor. I looked across at her, taking in her petite but perfectly-proportioned figure.
"Should there be underwear with this?" asked Laura.
"Did you see me put any on?" grinned Sarah. "Most Indian women don't wear anything under the petticoat. Go on, try it."
Laura stepped into the petticoat, and Sarah moved over to help her arrange the folds. Then Laura reached into her bag again and took out the next item, a short blouse-like garment. She pulled it on over her head, and tugged it down over her breasts. "Isn't it a little tight?" she said.
"Hmm," said Sarah. "You're a bit bigger than I remembered, sorry. But it does look good fitting you that closely."
"Definitely," I said. "I like it. Is it time for Amy to dress up?"
"The outfit isn't finished yet, Tim," said Sarah, pretending to be severe. She reached into Laura's bag and pulled out the final garment.
"I'm going to need to help you with this," she said to Laura. "But you'll soon get the hang of it."
Sarah tucked the top edge of one end of the sari into the front of Laura's petticoat, then took the remaining length of the fabric and pleated it lengthways. She draped the pleated fabric over Laura's left shoulder from front to back, then pulled the inside of the pleat across Laura's stomach, tucking it into the top of the petticoat again. She moved round behind Laura and took the end of the pleat across her back, draping its length over Laura's right shoulder from back to front so that the pattern matched Laura's left side.
"That's the Bengali way of wearing a sari," she said. Laura walked tentatively forward, the garment flowing around her, the hem just brushing the floor.
"Wow, thanks, Sarah," said Laura, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek.
"You look great," said Amy. "Is mine like that too?"
"Take a look," smiled Sarah.
Amy opened her bag, and pulled out brightly-patterned trousers, then what looked like a long tunic, and finally a filmy scarf.
"This is a salwar kameez," explained Sarah.
Amy glanced at me, and removed her t-shirt. She pulled on the loose-fitting trousers, then slipped the tunic over her head. The garment had a deeply scooped neckline, and Sarah said, "You can wear it like that to show off, or if you want to look a little more modest when you go out, the scarf goes on in loose folds at the front so the ends hang down your back."