“Great,” Rikki’s hands shot up into the air. “Just great! Now I’m the nebach who needs help from everybody!”
Rikki’s fingers curled into angry balls. “Ruchie, you’re lying!”
“I wish I were making it up,” Ruchie said. “I didn’t think it was right not to tell you. It just seemed like something you should know.”
Rikki’s voice rose. “Why would she do that? Who asked her?”
“I don’t know. Maybe she thought it would make things easier for you.”
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