"I know, but it’s so scary. The odds are slim, but they’re still there, my numbers were off, weren’t they?"
Tomatoes, lettuce, pickles, do I have to fry onions? Can you have schnitzel wraps without fried onions? I wandered around my kitchen, looking for the pareve knife.
The phone rang. Leah. I stood in place. I will pay attention.
“Ma?” Leah whimpered, her voiced threaded with fear. I haven’t heard her sound like this since she broke her leg at Chanukah chagigah.
“What’s up, mamela? You don’t sound too good.”
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