I’ll give them this: my sisters make a great audience. They all gasp and sigh at all the right moments.
I’m not quiet, but some of my siblings are downright loud. Especially when they all gather to eat Melaveh Malkah together.
“Pass the popcorn, please,” I say to Sima.
She takes a handful of popcorn, tosses it into her mouth, and keeps right on chatting with Miri.
Oooookay.
“Can you pass the popcorn?” I say politely to Yocheved.
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