Unperturbed, Sunita continued her potty dialogue until chocolate ice cream left the menu forever. The Somali boy devoured his melting cone during the journey and won the competition for the only one not wearing any of it.
As Sunita and Hana made arrangements to venture out again in a few weeks, the school grapevine summoned Alan Dobbs to the helm and they retired before the fireworks began. They stood on the front steps and basked in the sunshine for the last few minutes of lunch break. Sunita opened her mouth and Hana raised her hand. “No more poo talk. I can’t take anymore.”
“Who mentioned poo?” Sunita looked offended. “I was just going to point out that sexy English teacher. He’s on duty in the courtyard.” She dug Hana hard in the ribs. “Look, look. No don’t look.”
“Which do you want
