“New York’s the place to be,” Shifra says innocuously, and as she’s saying it, she feels her heart accordion open, then close
A week before Rosh Hashanah, DecoDress is a headache of patterns — florals, paisleys, whatnot. And people everywhere, stretching out, snatching the last dresses in standard sizes, leaving only the very large and very tiny. Beside her, Estee’s starting to panic.
“Maybe this?” Shifra holds out a blue-green maxi dress.
Estee goes to try it on. Shifra stands by the skirts, and people follow her, holding up skirts, trying, discarding. Is anyone even looking at the tags?
Their youngest sister Miriam materializes beside her with a small pile slung across her arm. “Shells,” she says.
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