Miriam shifted in her seat. “I don’t think we’re allowed to go to places beyond the Green Line”
ZeeZee set down her tray of food on the first empty chair she saw. Some girls, she knew, took their time scanning the tables in the cheder ochel, assessing who’d be most worthwhile to sit next to. ZeeZee was happy speaking to whoever happened to be next to her. And somehow, wherever she sat, she could be sure that more girls would follow.
“Hey, guys!” She sat down and picked up her fork and knife. “Mmm, soy schnitzel today! I’m starving.”
The girl sitting across from her — it was Miriam, the girl she’d met in the airport when they first arrived — wrinkled her nose.
“Yeah, it’s gross, isn’t it?”
ZeeZee shook her head and stuck a large piece into her mouth. “No, really, I like it. It’s especially good with oily pasta.” She waved a forkful of pasta.
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