“As much as it pains me, I will be forced to postpone or even cancel our annual eighth-grade trip”
Miri took a deep breath, ready to take on Shoshi’s dare. “Um, can you please pass the rice?”
She held her breath and waited, then looked at her mother after a few seconds.
“Uh, Moshe,” Mrs. Weiss’s surprised voice was sprinkled with delight. “Miri’s talking to you.”
Mr. Weiss looked up from his plate. “Oh, I’m… uh, I’m sorry. I-I didn’t realize.” Miri had never seen him at a loss for words. It made her smile inwardly.
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