“So, we all know why we’re here. To get Devoiry out of the clutches of the mob”
The phone was ringing, but Chava was too busy to answer it. Yitzi had just spilled his pasta all over Sari, and she was trying to retaliate by lobbing her own dinner at him. Chava was restraining Sari while Elisheva cleaned up the pasta.![](https://mishpacha.abovedemo.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/dreamC.jpg")
Elisheva looked at her mother. “How in the world did you do this on your own when we were little?”
Chava shook her head. “I have no idea. I guess youth makes a difference.”
“Well, I’m young and these kids are hard.” Elisheva narrowed her eyes. “Any word from Devoiry on when she’s coming back?”
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