“Hello, Rikki Dee, I may not have a hidden sister somewhere, but I also could use chizuk for something”
“Gut Shabbos.”
“Hi, Ruchie,” Rikki said. “Good Shabbos. Come on in.” The girls went into the living room and sat down on the couch.
“So?” Ruchie said.
“So what?”
“So, what did your parents tell you?”
Rikki leaned back on the couch and folded her legs under her skirt. “Nothing really earth shattering, but I did see a picture of her.”
“And?”
“She’s cute. I mean, you can tell something is wrong, but she looks like me. Or as my mother says, I look like her.”
“And she’s coming tomorrow?”
“Yes.” Rikki groaned. “She’s sharing a room with me.”
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