Hannah sits down opposite Sarah. Her heart sinks. Now she will have to give a full accounting, which she prefers not to do
“Emmy?”
Emmy stops her piano practice and turns around to face Felix. “Hmm?”
She’s usually calm after piano practice, more pliable than usual. “I have to make a small journey — only half a day. Will you come along with me?”
Emmy plays a chord, B-flat minor. “No.”
“No?”
A snatch of tune with her right hand. “Why should I?”
“I need to do some research for a story I’m working on. For my job.”
This one’s in print. Some of our best stories live in the magazine — subscribe to get Mishpacha every week.
