I
sprawl across Mommy’s bed and wait for her to look up. We get our bookworm genes from her, and it’s a good five minutes before she notices me. She puts her magazine facedown on the bed and leans forward. “What’s doing, peanut?”
Her reading glasses slip down on her nose and I grin, because she looks just like Chunah when she wears them.
“Nothing much,” I say flipping onto my back and staring up at the ceiling dramatically.
She grins. “Oh, okay.” She reaches for her magazine once more. I jolt upright. “No! I need to schmooze!”
