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uri moved through her Shabbos preparations with her usual efficiency but with an extra bounce. The glow from last night’s event was still with her. The women had been so appreciative so welcoming that she’d found to her surprise that running a social group was actually fun. At least for women of this age group who had no expectations of bells and whistles and weren’t stingy with the compliments.
She was still repeating them in her mind as she mixed the potato kugel. “We had such an enjoyable time.” “You have a beautiful way of making everyone feel comfortable.” And especially “You should lead these groups each month!”
That one kept tickling her brain because really why shouldn’t she? If only to save the organization the money they paid Sylvia. But Sylvia’s a professional facilitator. She knows how to anticipate what each woman really needs how to handle problems that may arise. And I’m just… playing at this. Pretending.
Enjoying the feeling of once in her life being the center of attention.
