"No— no thank-you?” she spluttered. “No ‘great job, ZeeZee’? You just come and give us mussar, as if we’re naughty little children?”
“Call it off.”![](https://mishpacha.abovedemo.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/dreamC.jpg")
ZeeZee blinked as she lifted her head from Shani’s bed and stared at Mrs. Hurwitz, who had just appeared in their doorway.
“Huh?” She exchanged a glance with Rusi. “Call what off?”
The eim bayit stepped into their room and closed the door behind her. “The campaign for Mrs. Edelman’s daughter. You need to shut it down right now.”
ZeeZee’s eyes widened. “Are you nuts?” Catching Rusi’s aghast expression, she quickly amended, “Sorry, Mrs. H. But why in the world would we shut down a campaign that’s so successful?” She sat up and leaned over to pick up a notebook from her desk. “Look at these numbers! We’re almost up to $100,000!”
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