I brace myself for a life of unemployment and spinsterhood
Mrs. Engel walks over to me, and my perfectly made-up adult face is now perfectly coordinated with my hot-pink polka dots. She stands next to me, quietly, looking at the pile of leaves. “Beautiful, aren’t they?” she murmurs. Stepping closer, she bends her knees and gives a jump. The leaves crackle in applause.
— Chanie Brod
(Originally featured in Family First, Issue 764)
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