I thought Ta likes him to be homeschooled. What made him decide to send him?”
Miri placed the last dish on the table, then stepped back to see her handiwork. She hoped her stepfather would notice the napkins she had folded into silverware pouches. She adjusted a fork and a glass and smiled with satisfaction.
“Perfect.”
Eli ran into the dining room, waving a paper over his head. “Miwi, look!”
“Hey, what do you have?”
“Nus-ah-wy.”
“Nursery?”
“That’s right,” Mrs. Weiss said from behind him. “I wanted to tell you earlier, but you were so upset about the paintings.”
“He’s going to school?”
“I enrolled him today.”
“Ma, that’s great! He’s going to love it!” She took the paper from Eli. “Wow! Look, your morah must really like you, Eli. She dotted the ‘i’ in your name with a heart.”
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