“Yeah?” said Ami. “It doesn’t matter if I am pure white or tanned. The other Asian students think I am not one of them because I am ABC.”
“ABC?” asked Bridget.
“American Born Chinese.” She waved her hands. “Who needs other Asian students? Let’s find some frat boys.”
Deborah donned her trucker hat and picked up her CB mike. “Yeah. Let’s get truckin’.” She opened the door.
“Hey, guys. Can I come with you?” A girl with honey-brown hair pulled into pigtails stood there. She had on only a pink t-shirt and a disposable adult diaper. In her hand, she held a bottle containing orange juice. Across her shoulders, she held a diaper bag.
