They came in before sixth period. Robert was holding a box with a cupcake. Daniela had something in a glass. Stephen, who came in last, was tagging along.
Daniela held up the glass. “Do you have a spoon, Mr. Hasan?”
“I do!” I reached into the cabinet and pulled out a plastic spoon.
Robert stepped forward, and for a moment it appeared as if I was going to have to decline a cupcake.
“Mr. Hasan, what does après un rêve mean?”
“After a dream.”
“You are right!” he said.
“Were you testing me?”
“You should hear the song,” he said as he and Daniela turned to leave. Stephen followed close behind.
“It’s opera,” Robert shouted from the hallway. “You really should hear it.” And he broke into song.