Oh, Shifra, right back to perfect. I mentally shook my head. I need to keep an eye on you
“What a treat — I get to see you courtesy of Skype.” Shifra smiled from my screen.
It was wonderful to see Shifra. Abby might have thought she needed a boost, but Shifra looked fine — more than fine, perfect. It was 10 p.m., she was in her ninth month, and she was still in her sheitel.
“I know! Please excuse my snood. I just wanna schmooze, no fashion help today. But also, I need your help.”
Shifra brightened with the word help. I was going to have to get her through the back door.
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