BISMILLAH

When the boys were done eating, they put their plates in

the sink. Don’s mother was cutting the cake. She put two

pieces onto plates. Just then the doorbell rang. Don’s

mother left the plates and went into the hall. “Oh, come on

in, Maryam,” she said. It was Jamaal’s mother at the door.

“I came a little early to have a chat,” said Jamaal’s mother.

“Would you like some cake?” asked Don’s mother. “No,

thank you,” said Jamaal’s mother. “I just came to talk.”

“The boys are almost done,” said