We picked up four other people, all piling in the backsleepily, squeezing and trying to shrink ourselves to fit.The smell of starched uniforms and morning breaths filledthe car, along with Uncle Balan's hair oil and Preeti'scream crackers. "I can take the school bus, like Suzy and Tina. Preeti sat in the front with the window rolled down,munching plain cream crackers from a plastic container. Preeti's finger was still suspended in mid-air when Iturned to look at her.