Inside, she was doing a happy dance. Number 7 on my list, here we come!
“Y
eah, Ma, Rosh Hashanah was nice.
I mean, Har Nof is not much different from Flatbush — only a lot prettier. And, like, holier. Ooh, selichah!”
ZeeZee pulled the phone away from her ear and turned to wave an apology at the lady whose foot she’d just trampled.
“No, Ma, not you. I’m by the Kosel right now. You wouldn’t believe how crowded it is. Selichah! Selichah!” she mouthed to the group of girls she’d just bumped into. Frustrated, she muttered, “How in the world are you supposed to do this whole walking backward thing without knocking people over?”
“Anyway,” she continued. “What? …Oh, of course, it was wonderful getting to spend Rosh Hashanah with Chana Malka. After a whole Shabbos together, too!” ZeeZee rolled her eyes. “Yes, Ma, I’m loving the opportunity to spend so much quality time with my niece. Just you wait, by the end of this year, we’re gonna be total besties.” She smirked and caught the eye of a tzedakah lady sitting by the mechitzah, who immediately sprang up.
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