Sandhya and her mother fried chapatis, a thin Indian bread, and vegetables for dinner. The smell of curry filled the kitchen. The phone rang. It was her husband, Somasegar. Three hours had passed since Cutler declared the departure of Windows NT, and Somasegar was nearly finished taking stock of the last rush of testing. He called to say he’d eat dinner with the family that night, for the first time in weeks.
Sandhya’s heart leapt when she heard his voice.
“It’s gone,” he said.
Her face flushed. The ordeal was finally over. She felt a mixture of elation and relief and gripped the phone tightly in her hand as if to squeeze every last bit of happiness from this moment.
“Amma,” she called to her mother. “It’s gone!”
Her mother looked ...