“I mouthed the name. Fook? It didn’t feel like Fuhp... No one said fook within the confines of our apartment. My parents and grandparents would never say it this way. Fook didn’t exist except for out there, on the other side of our green hollow-core door. Fook was out there. Int he real world. In America. In the real America. I had to get used to him.”
