If she was calling now, it would have to be about Dassi and Meira, who were safely ensconced in camp
What I can remember, when I go back in time, is the hurt and the painful feelings of betrayal at that time. What I can remember is how I felt the Mama Bear in me rise up, armed for battle.
It was about ten days into my daughter Dassi’s sleepaway camp session when I received that “punch-in-the-gut” phone call from Meira Taub’s mother.
The sunshine streamed through the kitchen windows, so at odds with the dark words about to travel down the phone line.
But at first I thought this would be just another call. Dassi and Meira were best friends, though I didn’t know Mrs. Taub well. The two of us were never really friends. We were neighborhood acquaintances who became friendly through our daughters.
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