“I hope we’ll have rehearsals all day today,” Esti said quickly. “I love missing regular classes!”
“No chance of that,” Chani responded, and the conversation rolled on from there. Esti had managed to change the subject, but why? What was her problem with talking about our play?
At recess Esti asked me to come outside with her. When we were alone at the end of the corridor, she confronted me. “Batya! Whatever possessed you to tell everyone about the play?”
“Why not?” I defended myself. “It’s not a secret, is it? You never said not to tell.”
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