“Gitty’s your sister. And I’m your mother. And I’m telling you to make sure to be there”
“Here it is,” ZeeZee said, ushering Chana Malka into Rikki Klein’s building. She saw her niece look up and down the block before walking in; she would have been amused were she not still furious with her.
“Checking to see whether any big, bad Yad b’Yad girls are gonna jump up behind you?” she asked.
Chana Malka blushed, and ZeeZee said, “Don’t worry, they don’t hang out on the sidewalk.” She snickered at the look of relief on Chana Malka’s face and patted her arm. “It’s Rikki’s apartment. That’s their big hangout.”
Chana Malka’s eyes widened. “ZeeZee, you told me there’d be no one…”
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