“Yeah, she left.”
My first thought was, Wow,
okay. That’s news. I should give her
a call to catch up.
“What school did she move
to?” I asked.
“She didn’t. Her dad got a job in
America. During the break they
moved there. They’ve emigrated.”
“What?”
“Yeah. She’s gone. She was
such a good friend, too. I’m really
sad. Are you as sad as I am?”
“Uh...yeah,” I said, still trying
to process everything. “I liked
Zaheera. She was really cool.”