“Sure.” I said yes because I was supposed to, but I really wanted to run away and vomit
Already seated in an Adirondack chair, Boruch rolled his eyes — he’s low key, no drama. Opposites attract, you know.
“No room, kids with big ears, you’ll survive.”
“Let’s make it quick.”
I sat. The early July Jersey air was suffocating. We were twenty minutes from the shore — where was the ocean breeze?
“Why are we asking Uncle Dudu for money? We can do this ourselves,” Boruch started.
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