“I won’t pretend we’re friends or anything, since I know you don’t have any, so how about we say I’m a chesed case, ’kay?”
Rusi was — big surprise — having a tearful phone conversation when ZeeZee walked into their room after dinner. (“But I have no friends! And all they have to eat here is gross soy schnitzel!”)
ZeeZee smirked as she nodded at Shani, who rolled her eyes. She sat down cross-legged on her bed and took out her List. She frowned. Could she still mark off the airport Shabbos invite as done, if she wasn’t allowed to go? Her pen hovered over the check mark.
And if she’d already been a week in seminary and hadn’t yet managed to accomplish a single thing on her list, how pathetic did that make her?
Her eyes scanned the page. Why, she hadn’t even managed to even meet a single Knesset member, let alone give one a birthday card.
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