There’s nothing more haunting than the cry of a child that cannot be returned with food — the most fundamental expectation of every human being.
Rochelle," she calls out, still looking at me. "Is there anyone down at the desk? I need something. " I'm too startled to move. Is she going to tell on me, get me in trouble? Rochelle's gotten up; she's banging the toilet stall doors open one by one, checking to make sure no one's in there. When the last stall turns up empty, she gives Amanda an annoyed look. "What do you need this time of night?" Amanda smiles at me, then turns to face Rochelle. "A tampon