“Listen,” she’d said. “When you’re watching my kids, I need to know that you’re giving them your full attention"
ZeeZee sat on the floor in the middle of the Yad b’Yad lounge strumming on a guitar, her eyes closed.![](https://mishpacha.abovedemo.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/dreamC.jpg")
“Tov l’ho-odos l’Hashem…”
The girls sitting around her winced, and Dafna covered her ears. “Ouch! I don’t know which is worse, your singing or your playing.”
ZeeZee opened her eyes. “Oh, I’m totally tone-deaf,” she said cheerfully. “But I’ve always wanted to be one of those cool Carlebachy kumzitz leaders.” She thwacked the guitar. “Holy sisterrrs,” she intoned, and twanged the guitar strings several more times.
Ilana reached over and took the instrument from her. “Someone needs to put this guitar out of its misery.” She began to play a song, and ZeeZee watched her fingers dance in and out of the guitar strings in fascination.
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