“I knew she was taking the meds. I knew, but I couldn’t tell anyone. She told me not to”
The oil sizzled. She cracked three eggs and scrambled them lightly.
“Eggy!” Nosson Tzvi shouted, running to the enormous island and climbing onto the leather bar stool in one fluid motion.
Libby smiled at her nephew and looked around. “Where are Tamar and Batsheva?”
Nosson Tzvi smiled angelically back at her. “In the bathroom.”
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