Shoshi pulled the Share and Care envelope from her book bag and waved it in the air. “I think you should join”
“Hi, Ma!” Shoshi shouted. There was no response. She kicked the shoes on the floor to the side. “I guess she’s not home. Want a drink?”
“Okay.” Miri followed Shoshi, getting a quick glimpse of the disorder in the living room and dining room. She looked around the cluttered kitchen while Shoshi rummaged through the fridge. The dishes in the sink looked as though they had been there a while, and so did the scraps of dried food on the counter. Miri was surprised. Shoshi seemed so put together. Shoshi closed the refrigerator door and sighed. “No soda or juice. Is water okay?”
“Sure.”
“I’ll get some water bottles from the basement.” When she returned empty-handed, Miri said it was fine. She followed Shoshi to the back of the house.
“Don’t mind the dirty clothing. It gets done eventually.”
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