Moses had warned them this might happen and the possibility had to be taken seriously. They could feel the ground shaking under them as more and more ...ocks were pounded to dust and fragments. An hour later the contest was over; the "all clear" signal went out to all contestants and their AIs. The "killed" suits would now work so both boys got up, smiled at each other and shook hands. They had started a friendship that each hoped would grow.Two days later in one of the cafeteria, Jeremy came up. His usually busy mind was sleeping, resting, satisfied for a change."OK, good, everybody finished. Now trade papers with somebody and put circles around mistakes and give them back." He waited and watched as kids talked to each other pointing at things on their papers."By durn," he said, "you guys are good workers and most of you can, if you go slowly, write and read cursive. Now turn the paper over and do it again, write the whole note again, neatly. I'm going to collect them and put an A on. His spit flew into her face. The shouting could be heard in every room of the apartment building.They mostly fought at the doorway. Mustafa would try to leave the apartment, most likely to visit with friends whom he knew from the local school. She would stand in front of the doorway. Mustafa would pull her by the arms. He would shout and scream obscenities, and Maryam would smack him hard. Mustafa never retreated. He never hit her with closed fists, as he had seen on the television screen. He. I had the light cover off in a matter of a few seconds. I quickly unscrewed the burned-out bulb and as I handed it down to where my newfound friend was stationed right in front of me, her eyes right at my crotch level. She smiled and handed me a fresh new bulb. I proffered a wink in her direction as I took the light bulb from her slender fingers.Cleo was Asian, and she had a deep olive skin tone and huge brown oval eyes, that belied explanation. She had her jet-black hair, pulled back in a.