“Sorry, Shani, being in your ninth month is not an excuse to embarrass someone in public”
And so blame the fact that I’m about to give birth, but I absolutely lose it.
“Excuse me,” I blaze. “We were offered a gift, and we took it, very appreciatively. But we are people, and we are adults, and it is just rude to discuss our financial decisions with other people, and at the dinner table, no less.”
I ignore Chezky’s closed eyes and my siblings’ shocked faces and focus just on Uncle Shmuel.
“We appreciate your generosity, but you can’t treat us with zero respect,” I say coldly.
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