Watching ZeeZee’s face crumple, Chava’s anger melted. ZeeZee had meant well. She’d just made her decisions from the perspective of an 18-year-old
The doorbell rang. Chava straightened her skirt before going to answer it. She’d made an excuse when ZeeZee had asked to come by, but ZeeZee had begged, and she’d relented.![](https://mishpacha.abovedemo.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/dreamC.jpg")
“Hi, Mrs. Edelman.”
ZeeZee looked just as uneasy as Chava felt. After taking the drink that Chava offered her, she took a breath and blurted, “I came here to say two things: I’m sorry. And… I miss you.”
Chava felt her face grow warm. “I’m touched, ZeeZee. I miss you, too.”
ZeeZee was watching her anxiously. “Then, why’d you leave? Was it— She cleared her throat. “Was it because of… you know? The campaign for your daughter?” She leaned forward. “Please tell me. Was it my fault?”
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