Tziporah opened the fridge— and saw the three boxes of miniature cheesecake trifles Benny had insisted on ordering. She didn’t want to know how much they had cost
The guys left in a pack, throwing a few “Thank you, Reb Benny”s and one “Wow, Rebbetzin, amazing food” over their shoulders before closing the door. The apartment was silent.
Akiva, Chaim, and Yitz stayed behind.
“We’ll help you clean up,” Akiva said.
Gitty Lederberg jumped out of her chair, startled, as the three boys walked into the kitchen holding trays of half-eaten food.
“Whoa, I’d better go,” she said, and scurried to the door.
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