As far as ZeeZee could tell, the Edelmans didn’t have much of anything except seforim
Chana Malka was wearing a long, pleated Shabbos skirt, and her hair was tied back in a demure pony. She looked like she could be Mrs. Edelman’s daughter, ZeeZee thought, smirking as she cast a sideways glance at her niece, sitting next to her at the Edelmans’ Shabbos table.
Sitting on ZeeZee’s other side was Elisheva, the Edelmans’ teenage daughter. ZeeZee felt an instant kinship with her. She knew what it was like being the bas zekunim, the only child at home. Across from her were a married daughter and son-in-law and their two little kids.
Rabbi Edelman had just finished saying a long devar Torah, something about teshuvah and Selichos, which were starting Motzaei Shabbos. ZeeZee hoped they could start up a normal conversation now, but Chana Malka was shyly piping up with her own contribution.
“My Mesilas Yesharim teacher, Mrs. Fine, said the same idea the other day, when she was talking about teshuvah turning aveiros into mitzvos…”
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