DC By the Book

Excerpt: In the limo’s dim light, Sameera held up the card. SARSA@GW, she read. Fridays from 3-5 P.M. Revolutionary Café. Foggy Bottom Station. She tucked the card inside the small glittery clasp bag that was part of her outfit, wondering what SARSA@GW stood for.

Excerpt: The streets around George Washington University were bustling with Friday afternoon activity, and a still-sweating Sameera stopped and elderly woman and showed her the card. “You go straight down the street for three blocks, love,” the woman said, clutching Sameera’s hands. “And please, let me welcome you to America. We’re so glad you’re here and hope you’ll consider becoming a citizen of this country.” She beamed, peering over the reading glasses she must have forgotten to take off.