“Here are the children,” said Mrs. Levy, switching back to English and sweeping her arm around the room proudly. She pointed at ZeeZee. “You try, yes?”
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stole a glance at Mrs. Edelman, sitting next to her in the cab. ZeeZee didn’t feel self-conscious very often, but riding in the back seat of a taxi with her teacher definitely came under the category of Majorly Awkward Moment.
At least Mrs. Edelman wasn’t making it worse by trying to make strained small talk. She was leaning back in her seat, eyes closed, while ZeeZee stared uncomfortably out the window.
“B’vakashah, Giveret.”
Mrs. Edelman blinked and sat up as the driver pulled up next to a low building that looked like it was in the middle of construction.
“Um, are we in the right place?” ZeeZee asked.
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