about everything.
One day, I don’t know how, but
I plucked up the courage to ask
Zaheera for her phone number,
which was a big deal back then
because it wasn’t like cellphone
numbers where everybody has
everyone’s number for texting and
everything. This was the landline.
To her house. Where her parents
might answer. We were talking one
afternoon at school and I asked,
“Can I get your phone number?
Maybe I can call you and we can
talk at home sometime.” She said
yes, and my mind exploded.
What???!!!! A girl is giving me her