The apartment had settled into what Naila began to call “ controlled chaos. ” The fabulous Gift dominated the living room, its atomic diorama landing the marriage in unnerving perfection, every detail reckoned for, every object eternalized. But as with all effects of extreme significance, peace was temporary. It arrived on a Thursday morning, delivered by a courier who looked noiselessly repentant. Naila opened the door and blinked. The package was enormous, high than the courier himself, and wrapped in metallic tableware paper that sounded to hum noiselessly. Arjun browsed over her shoulder. “ It’s big, ” he said. “ Yes, ” Naila