The pang in her mother’s voice hit Rikki’s core. She struggled to speak. “I - It’s okay. I guess I…I’m just frustrated.”
“Please, Chaya,” Mrs. Levy pleaded. She wrapped Chaya’s hand around the spoon and scooped up some egg. “Just one bite.”
Chaya’s mouth remained clamped shut. Rikki brought yogurt to the table and sat down.
“Maybe she doesn’t like scrambled eggs, Mommy,” Ezra said.
“It’s one of her favorite foods.”
“How do you know? She never ate here before.”
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