“It’s not about the money,” Yehuda said quietly. “It’s about wanting you to understand your true value”
Tammy stood in front of her bedroom mirror, admiring the way her new scarf made her skin glow. Devoiry’s creation was certainly exquisite, and Tammy still couldn’t get over the fact that![](https://mishpacha.abovedemo.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/dreamC.jpg")
she was Mrs. Edelman’s daughter.
But right now, she was regretting her impulse purchase. Yehuda had triumphantly informed her this morning over breakfast that after pricing around repairmen, he’d managed to find a guy with “heimishe” pricing to fix the leak in their fridge. Tammy wasn’t so sure she wanted a guy with heimishe pricing touching her fridge, but decided not to say anything. She knew what a thrill Yehuda got from finding a bargain.
Well, I got a bargain on this scarf, too, she told herself, though, somehow, she didn’t picture Yehuda seeing this luxury purchase in quite that light. Not when he was talking about going vegetarian with their cholent for the next few weeks to pay off this repair bill.
She turned to examine herself from a different angle. Maybe if he saw the tichel on her, and agreed that it looked nice…
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