The Leebie of Akeres, who handled every situation with calm control, felt like a stranger to her
When Shaya arrived home from school missing his briefcase,
his glasses, and a legitimate story to back up those losses, the idea cemented in Leebie’s mind: art lessons. She hadn’t discussed it with Amram, but she would call this teacher meanwhile, if not out of sheer desperation, then merely out of curiosity.
And when the teacher, a guy by the name of Heshy Tolner, told her he was starting a new class that very night (“In three hours from now, actually, at eight o’clock, but I think we could still squeeze in one more kid”), she didn’t want to miss the chance and immediately signed Shaya up.
Now, she was glad she did.
“I’ll be back in an hour to pick you up,” she told Shaya.
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