He picks me up from the train station and we go to an Indian restaurant
near his apartment. We sit next to a large Indian family. I imagine that
they’re all judging me, and it stings. They probably came here from
India to make better lives for their children. And look what they ended
up sitting next to: some nightmare vision of what America can do to your
kids, no matter how hard they study. When your boys come to America,
they’ll turn into dimpled twinks who will escape their ivory towers to
go on dates with sugar daddies twice their age.