Yehuda chewed silently, his smile fading. Finally, he said, casually, “And where should I be during this weekly cookie party?”
Chava walked purposefully through the hall, clutching her briefcase with her Chumash and notes. Girls were congregating in clusters, talking loudly after having finished their first morning of classes. She slowed as she passed them, curious to hear their impressions.
“Ooh, Mrs. Litwin is so cute! Was that not the most amazing Navi class?”
“Oh my gosh, that hysterical story she told about the taxi driver and the shadchan! I was totally glued!”
Chava felt her smile freeze as she walked past the girls. None of her students had been glued to their seats today. In fact, it was downright discouraging how little they seemed to be paying attention, even on the very first day. As a veteran teacher, she dreaded the signs: the yawns, the glazed eyes. One of the girls had even shamelessly put her head down to sleep.
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