“Toe,” Louis said, cracking up. “Get it?” he said to Firas. “Get what?” Firas asked. “The joke! The name of the bar is a joke.” “The Toe is a joke?” “Yes, man. Come on. It’s a camel town. You wouldn’t call a restaurant back home the human finger, would you? You’d just call it the finger.” “What?” Firas said. “I don’t get it.”
