Shavuos in Thailand with Bubby— what was behind that?
“Mainstreaming Yoni Portowitz,” Reena says, parking her shoes near the coffee table and stretching luxuriously on the couch, “is really, really not an option.”
On the other end of the line, Etty lets out an exasperated sigh. “You know that and I know that, Reens. But his mother is insisting that he’s up for it. It’s our fault — we made such a big deal over his progress this year, she thinks he’s on par with a regular kid his age.”
“It’s not our fault. We give positive feedback to every parent, and we’ve never had one respond by taking their child out the special ed system.”
“Mmph.” Etty sounds out of breath. She’s probably flitting around her postage stamp-sized kitchen, trying to juggle her baby while cooking supper. Officially, they’re co-teachers, but this thing with Yoni — or anything else that doesn’t fit into the hours when Etty’s baby is at the babysitter — is Reena’s to deal with.
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