It was number 17 on her list — and easier than she’d expected. The woman had been practically handing out invitations to every stranger she met
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eZee shot out of her chair as soon as Mrs. Edelman dismissed the class. She’d been doodling impatiently in her notebook for the past ten minutes, and was more than ready for lunch.
“Coming?” she asked Rusi, who was still scribbling her notes, chewing her tongue in intense thought.
“Did you catch that last thing she said about the cows bringing the Aron to Beit Shemesh? Was that Rashi or Radak?”
ZeeZee shook her head cheerfully. “No clue. I was long gone by then. Maybe Shani knows.”
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