“it was not any ordinary sandwich where meat is slapped between slices of tasteless white American bread. This bread was dark and thick baked by an Italian mother in Brooklyn... Petey said, yo, teacher, that‘s my sandwich you et. Class told him, Shaddap. Can‘t you see the teacher is eating?... My students smiled til they saw the principal‘s face framed in the door window. Bushy black eyebrows halfway up his forehead shaped a question.”
#nfnov