Nothing much happened in class today except when the girl from Pakistan walked in, just beating the tardy bell. She’s been here for three months but for the first time she had no head-cover. No hijab. We all stared, even the teacher, breathless and silent. She bypassed her second row desk to sit next to the tall boy from Peru who always sits by himself against the back wall. She took the chair tucked in the far corner between the file cabinets and the teacher’s desk. She took the chair and she took his hand. Oh, yes, his name is Jesus.
— Tony Press