She’d smiled and smiled and smiled, smiled away a sense of dread that followed her around like a shadow
It wasn’t a joke, what people said. It was July, and the stores were out of sizes. On full price, new winter season clothing.
“Should we try Peonies next?” Pessie’s sister Devoiry asked.
Pessie rubbed her eyes in exhaustion. “I guess we should, I really don’t have a choice. My girls don’t have what to wear to my sister-in-law’s Shabbos sheva brachos. But it’s so hot, and it’s a 15-minute walk.”
Devoiry took a bottle of cold water out of her bag and handed it to Pessie.
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