“What’s wrong? Wait, did you already make plans with someone else?” She took a breath as unexpected hurt rose inside. “It’s okay, you can tell me”
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ZeeZee stalked into her bedroom, glaring at the phone in her hand. She’d just finished speaking to Chana Malka, and her niece had smugly informed her about her Chanukah vacation plans. It was completely mortifying that Chana Malka, of all people, should be giving her advice about how to have fun.
“The Kinar is having a deal, if you want to do the Kinneret. Or if you prefer the Dead Sea, the mehadrin hotels are…”
“I can make my own plans, thanks,” ZeeZee had snapped.
Now she regretted it; Chana Malka would probably go report to her mother that something was going on with ZeeZee. Before she knew it, Gitty would be calling Mrs. Edelman and Rabbi Freund and who knew who else, and they’d stick her in therapy to deal with the trauma of having an anorexic roommate.
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