![]() The last hour before sunset was a blur of frying and preparation. “Oh, sorry,” I said, scooping in the filling. They’d never doĭown the bottom layer of dough and Aliza was holding the top layer ready. I can’t get broken and I can’t get religious and I can’t be lucky and have your family. ![]() “I can’t be the person they want me to be. I won’t be able to … I won’t be able to…” I didn’t have to explain why I couldn’t. “ Do you really have to leave?” “Taslima, you know if I go home there’s no way. Are you going to go to school every day?” She laughed but then became serious. I’ll try to beat the girls off until I get to talk to you.” “Wow. You can call me from there.” “ That’s so smart.” “All the girls with secret boyfriends do it. I’ll get the number for the pay phone at my school so we can talk. “Okay.” She pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket. Like there was another voice, an older voice, telling me what to do. ![]() It was as if I always knew this day was going to come. When it’s called slavery, it’s assumed white people are doing the enslaving.” “ That’s what I’m talking about! How can you trust her?” “Come on, Taslima, you’re sounding like my mother.” “Why don’t you go to Aliza’s dorm?” “Because it’ll be the first place they’ll look.” I was amazed by my own survival skills. ![]()
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