Miri groaned. Who was she kidding? She wasn’t worried; she was downright petrified!
Mr. Weiss extinguished the flame of the candle in the spilled grape juice. “Gut voch.”
“Gut voch,” Mrs. Weiss said.
Miri coughed and winced. Although she felt much better, her ribs hurt from coughing.
“Why don’t you get back into bed?” her mother said.
Miri coughed then moaned.
“Oy,” Mrs. Weiss moved some hair out of Miri’s face. “I’ll bring you a heating pad. That may help.”
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