This has been the century of strangers, brown, yellow and white. This has been the century of the great immigrant experiment. It is only this late in the day that you can walk into a playground and find Isaac Lung by the fishpond, Danny Rahman in the football cage, Huang O’Rourke bouncing a basketball, and Erie Jones humming a tune. Children with first and last names on a direct collision course. Names that secrete within them mass exodus, cramped boats and planes, cold arrivals, medical checks. It is only this late in the day, and possibly only in Willed, that you can find best friends Site and Sharon, constantly mistaken for each other because Site is white (her mother liked the name) and Sharon is Pakistani (her mother thought it's best — less trouble).

White Teeth