Perri didn’t quite roll her eyes, but the exasperation on her face reminded Chaim of Simi having a Teenaged Moment
“Chaim, do you have a few minutes before night seder?” Perri asked as she swiftly collected the plates and silverware from the kitchen table. “I need to ask you something.”
Chaim finished his brachah acharonah and checked his watch. “Yeah. A few.”
“Can we do this in the study?”
Chaim looked up, confused. He couldn’t see Perri’s face — she was stacking the plates in the sink — but her stiff back would have done an army commander proud. “Umm, okay.”
“Great.” She led him to the room and shut the door. “I wanted to talk to you about Shloimy, and I don’t need the other kids listening in.”
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