“Chithra monitored the moisture content with a grain moisture meter that Madhav had brought from Coimbatore — a small, digital, deeply unsexy instrument that was nevertheless the difference between properly dried cocoa beans (seven percent moisture) and beans that would develop mould in storage (anything above eight percent). The meter became her obsession. She checked it three times daily. She dreamed about moisture percentages. She woke at two AM during a rainstorm and ran to the drying yard in her nightgown to verify that Thomachan had covered the mats, which he had, because Thomachan had been working the Varma estate for twenty-three years and did not need a twenty-eight-year-old with a CFTRI degree to tell him that rain was bad for drying beans.”