“Whatever you can give me would be amazing.” ZeeZee held her breath as the secretary began to click on her keyboard
ZeeZee peeked inside the office. Rabbi Freund’s door was open and his room empty, as she’d known it would be. She’d just seen him walking down to the lunchroom, together with the rest![](https://mishpacha.abovedemo.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/dreamC.jpg")
of the school.
Mrs. Brander, the secretary, was typing on her computer, alone. ZeeZee approached her cautiously.
“Hi, Mrs. B. How’s it going?”
The secretary looked up. “Hello, ZeeZee. Can I help you?”
ZeeZee sat down in the chair opposite her desk. “I wanted to tell you a cute story. My sister Gitty… remember she came here to visit a few weeks ago?” ZeeZee tried not to scowl as she recalled that disastrous morning. “Well, she was so excited to see you again that she posted it on our family chat. I don’t have access to WhatsApp, of course,” ZeeZee said virtuously, “so I just found out about this the other day. But apparently there was this insane conversation going about all my sisters’ memories of you.”
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