Talia bangs her shoulder gently into mine. “You know you’re getting the main part. You always do”
They’re doing the Purim story this year. I can’t believe it. Play is gonna be a deep dive into the Megillah and I’m really excited. Like really, really, excited.
“I’m excited,” I tell Shani at lunch.
She rolls her eyes. “Of course you are, Ms. I-Get-the-Main-Part-in-Every-Play. I, on the other hand, don’t really care what play it is, because scenery and props is scenery and props, no matter what the story is.”
I poke her really hard with my fork. “Persian skylines are much prettier than the New York pushcarts from When Zaidy Was Young.”
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