Her father gave her every luxury, but nothing that filled her
Baruch stops to see if Chani is serious. The furrow between her brows is his answer. “Fischer kept me for the last 15 minutes.”
She ducks her head into the freezer and removes a popsicle tray. “Again? I thought you figured out an escape plan already.”
“Thought so too. I did try escaping before he got to the mailbox, but he was faster than me.”
“Well I guess we’re lucky our landlord woes aren’t any bigger.” She punches out deep purple pops — blueberry this time — from the white silicon mold and arranges four pieces on the rectangular plate in front of her. “Aren’t we?”
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