It’s like we’re fairweather friends, pals if everything is hunky-dory. Friends are supposed to talk about things, weather the storms. Be friends, come what may. Resolve problems. Not first sign of trouble and ooh, we’re not talking to you. It’s pathetic. And now I’m mad.

No, Mo,” Miss Watkins said, turning to Nesta who was crying with laughter. “Nesta Williams, seeing as you clearly find it so funny. What do you think the name of God might be?”
“Er, not sure,” said Nesta, looking caught out. “What do you think?”
“I don’t think,” said Miss Watkins.”I know.”
“I don’t think I know either,” giggled Nesta. The whole class got detention, but it was worth it. I felt like i’d spent the whole morning laughing my head off
We never did get to know what God’s name was.