She heard her mother mention her name, and stiffened. Why were her parents talking about her? Rikki leaned closer to the door and stopped breathing, trying to hear through the dense wood
The girls sat in a circle on the floor in Rikki’s room, notebooks open on their laps.
“Hello, Earth to Rikki… Rikki… Rivka Dubah Levy!”
Rikki snapped out of her reverie. “Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about something.”
“Well, yeah,” Ruchie said. “I called your name, like four times.”
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