Ma must’ve been under a spell when she bought a house next door to Nava
M ore irksome than the hot pink lip-shaped stamp on my cheek was the way Nava squealed “Taaaammy!!” every time she saw me as though we hadn’t met in fifteen years. I squirmed out of my aunt’s embrace for the second time that day and casually rubbed my cheek clean. Too bad if she noticed.
Nava clucked her tongue. “You look frazzled darling.”
Points for intuition. I shrugged.
“You work too hard. Gotta learn to take it easy.”
Easy right. Wake up at six clean the house for Shabbos cook supper dash off to work run to Ma’s — to The House — and clean and cook all over again. A cinch. “I do what I have to ” I said coolly.
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