Raising her voice, ZeeZee said, “Y’know what we’re really missing in Shvilei? Real, honest discussion”
ZeeZee sat on the floor of Mrs. Hurwitz’s crowded living room, watching the eim bayit pass trays of cookies around the group. This was the first Cookie Thursday she’d hosted since Chanukah; Mrs. H. had clearly taken Shani’s leaving hard. She’d even hesitated when ZeeZee had finally approached her to ask when they were restarting.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she’d said. “I’m not sure if it’s — um — a good idea to continue.”
Now, ZeeZee was happy to see Mrs. Hurwitz acting like her old, bubbly self. After all, there’s only so long one could mope about a girl who had left. Personally, while she still made sure to call Shani to find out how she’s doing, she’d also wasted no time turning her old roommate’s bed into a cushiony, funky couch.
The noise quieted down as Mrs. Hurwitz gave a short devar Torah. Then she asked if anyone had something they’d like to share. Rusi, bless the girl, started up with a long and winding devar Torah of her own. ZeeZee had to stop herself from yawning.
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