It’s the season of serving snacks that aren’t chometz!
“Go for it, we’ll be here forever,” Brown Hair responds.
Blonde Hair leaves the line. Ten minutes later she returns, arms full of a walnut wood cake stand, a faint but proud smile on her face.
“Good job, I approve,” Brown Hair says smugly.
I got stuck on the approval piece. Blonde Hair hadn’t asked Brown Hair for approval. She hadn’t even asked her for an opinion! What made Brown Hair feel she had to dispense it? Maybe Blonde Hair was proud that she was able to make a choice without asking her friend for advice.
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