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"Genius? No," Meenakshi laughed, patting her hip where a small bunch of backup pins hung like a janitor’s keys. "In this house, we don't call the carpenter or the tailor during a crisis. We just find a bigger pin." That afternoon, the "screwdriver" saved three more people: The Flower Girl: Whose jasmine string snapped (pinned to her hairbraid). The Cousin: