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The Defending Champions” a short story from “Rainbows in Braille” – A collection of short stories – By Elmo Jayawardena This is a story, fictitious and with no reference to anyone. Of course if it angers someone, then perhaps the cap might be fitting. “Ramaneee!” The yell comes from somewhere upstairs and Ramani scrambles out of the kitchen wiping her palms on her buttocks, the hands are wet, needs wiping, she’s been cutting cucumber for the Madam’s salad breakfast. “Bring my things, bring my things, I am running late,” yells the Madam on fast forward, similar decibels as the name call and then adds the mandatory order, “find my gym card, find my gym card, I don’t know where the hell it is!” Ramani now having transferred her cucumber wetness to her shrivelled posterior grabs the Lance Armstrong-type water bottle and fills it with the precise instructed measurements, one half ...