“But you’re white,” Tehmina protested. “Yes, but not white like Susan. Not like my daughter-in-law. I’m more like you, Tammy. I know the world is made of blood and pus and sweat and shit. And I’m not afraid of that. People like your daughter-in-law, they think the world is sugar and spice. And the strange thing is, that for people like them, that’s the face the world wears.”
