The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture.
“Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, ‘There’s Erum; she’s a lawyer,’ or ‘That’s Mahmood. He’s a doctor.’”
A small voice at the back of the room rang out, “And there’s the teacher. She’s dead.”
