“No,” Rikki said. Her mother’s unease made her wary. “But my birthday is coming up, so I just thought that maybe…” Her voice trailed off
“Let’s all meet at Rikki Dee’s at seven o’clock.”
The girls nodded their consent. Hands down, Rikki’s house was the best place to study.
“Great,” Rikki said. “I’ll see everyone later.” She swung her backpack over her shoulder and fell into step beside Ruchie. “Tomorrow’s test is going to be murder, you know that, don’t you?”
Ruchie tucked the edge of her pink uniform blouse into her grey pleated skirt. “For sure! Four perakim with Rashi, and mi amar l’mi! It’s almost not fair to put so much material on one test! I’m, like, totally stressed about it.”
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