“And about Elka,” Bubbe's letter continued, “maybe she would enjoy coming to Riga for a visit in the summer"
“Whew,” I said, dropping my school books on the dining room table and plopping down on the chair beside it. “Didn’t today feel longer than usual?”
Miriam dropped her school books on the table beside mine. “Not really,” she said mildly. “It was nice to see everyone again.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, “but there’s nothing like vacation.”
“Well, it’s almost the summer,” Miriam responded, getting up to serve lunch to Leiba who was already whining that she was hungry.
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