“Why am I not surprised,” he spat out. “I ask for no gifts, I ask that they respect our boundaries. Does anyone listen? Nope”
AFrankel Rosh Chodesh siblings-only breakfast could be a lot, first thing in the morning. You get used to them, though.
A Frankel Rosh Chodesh breakfast after you’ve left the family chat, metaphorically speaking, was excruciating.
“Hey! You look just like my brother!” was Menashe’s witty rejoinder.
Meira was blunter. “You’re insane,” she said by way of greeting. Akiva closed his eyes and thanked Hashem that Libby wasn’t there to hear all this familial encouragement.
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