Force wouldn’t work, it never did. Gentle cajoling, bribery— anything. Just get out of that beanbag and play with your friend or I’ll lose it
Pessie was changing the linens when she noticed the bloodstains on Hindy’s pillow.
She stared at the pillowcase, then crumpled it up and tossed it on the floor. Her heart contracted. Poor girl. This psoriasis was a monster, attacking her daughter’s skin, resisting every cream and diet. She continued stripping the bed, gathered the pile of linen, and headed to the laundry room.
Her mother called as she was rubbing peroxide on the pillowcase.
“I need to know your Pesach plans. Which Seder are you coming to us?”
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