"I mean, it only makes sense that people would think your mother needs extra help"
After the dismissal bell, Rikki walked quickly past Mrs. Horowitz’s office, but not quick enough.
“Rikki,” the principal said, “How is your father? I heard about the accident.”
“Baruch Hashem. He’s okay.”
“Chasdei Hashem! I’m glad to hear that. I was thinking about how difficult it must be for your mother. She surely has a lot to deal with, doesn’t she?”
Rikki’s fingers tightened in the pockets of her hoodie. “She’s okay. We all are.”
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