I punched my elbow into the steering wheel, honking the ‘barely there’ horn. Fatima startled, and muttered something about octopuses eating the sun, and rolled over in place. I opened the hood and honked the horn, five or six times. That did it. She shot up, blinking sleep out of her eyes. She pulled her feet in, turned around and sat Indian style. We just sat there looking at each other. I pulled my laptop out of my messenger bag, bringing up the internet.

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