Ilana said, “You’re telling me you’d actually bring a girl like Dafna to meet your precious Bais Yaakov friends?”
ZeeZee ushered the Klein children into the backyard of the Yad b’Yad Center and immediately heard her name. “Hey, ZeeZee! What’s up?”![](https://mishpacha.abovedemo.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/dreamC.jpg")
ZeeZee grinned as Dafna came running out to greet her. Dafna’s family had made aliyah two years ago; she’d been bouncing around from one high school to another ever since.
“You, my friend. You’re coming to my seminary this Thursday night to do a henna workshop. ‘Kay?”
Dafna’s mouth dropped open as, behind her, another girl — whose black curly hair was pulled back to reveal the three earring holes in each ear — said with a smirk, “And what makes you think Dafna wants to hang out with your frummy seminary friends?” She paused and added, “I’m Ilana, by the way.”
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