“Who said their convenience should take precedence over the girls’ convenience?”
“Question: I know you requested the private dining room for the weekend, but there is one other family celebrating Shabbat here, and they asked if they can join you. Otherwise, they’ll just be eating their meals in their room.”
I bite my lip. Bayla.
“I’d really rather not,” I tell Paulina. Honestly, why can’t they just go to the Chabad next door?
Professional that she is, Paulina just nods smoothly and backs away.
I bite my lip. Did I just make a chillul Hashem… for both Paulina and Bayla? I want to be a nice person — I am a nice person, generally — and I really do understand that it’s hard to be cooped up with four kids in one room, but she decided to come here knowing what it’d be like, and she made the choice to come here anyway. Should I really allow her to destroy the annual oasis we’ve created?
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