”“What, you still like to watch this stuff? You know you’re 18 don’t you?” I tried to make a joke. “Yeah, so what if I do?” “Yeah I st...ll like it too,” I admitted. She lifted her head up a little to look at my face and giggled a little bit. She looked really sexy like that, her hair tied into a small ponytail. “What are you gonna do today?” she asked me, finally finishing her toast. Knowing she wanted me to do something, I replied, “Well, I just thought I’d stay in and catch up on my reading.. With a Moroccan father and white American mother, I’m interesting but not all that marketable for the masses. The meal transitions from entree to dessert, all syrupy pastries that remind me of home. I’m struck by acute homesickness and fight off tears as I think of my father layering phyllo dough, crushing nuts, and mixing rose water with sugar. Ali Muhammad Hussein might be a lying, cheating bastard, but he is one hell of a baker. ‘Back to the hostel?’ Em asks hopefully as waiters and. “What a godsend,” Alan echoes to my side.“Total actress, huh?” I whisper.“Total star. You should take credit.”“She was Sally’s discovery, actually.”He stays silent, then adds, “I’ll just say it was mine.”I laugh. It’s such a nice thing to say about someone. I remember my duties with the TV crowd and head back. I tell the cameraman to focus on one of the kids' crazy little breakdance that he’s insisted on repeating on every rehearsal. They’d do well to use it. The play ends and the barrages of. .” I sighed. “My first and second lovers.”“I thought Sara was gonna choke when Barb stuck my dick in ‘er mouth,” Ben said.“Yeah, that was a risk. But later, she...”“Brave, sweet Sara,” Mandy giggled. “Suffering through that nasty ol’ dick...”“Who was eating her when she did that?”“Mom,” I said. “We had a circle going. You had Mandy and I had Mom and Mom had Sara. We were pretty sure you weren’t gonna come right away.”“Not from Sara. You two...”“Mom’s sucked you off, though...”“You told us.