Deena felt blood rushing to her face. No, Miri. No! You didn’t just imply to the audience that I copy recipes. How could you?
The tour people really did think of everything.
“This is the cutest and smartest thing ever,” Deena told Pessie as they led their kids into the shul conference room.
The tour had brought down a local kids’ entertainer to do face painting with the kids so the adults could enjoy their evening program undisturbed. The Lizman and Hersko girls ran over to join their tour friends clustered in line.
When they walked out, leaving the kids behind, the knot in Deena’s stomach tightened. This was it, showtime.
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