I space back in as Aunt Chana makes a sharp right, past an unfamiliar park. Wait, where are we going?
Aunt Chana picks us up after school, and despite myself, it’s nice to have a ride home. Of course, Raizy hops into the front seat and starts schmoozing with her mother, leaving me the silent neb in the back of the car, but who cares? It’s cold outside — seriously, England, it’s only October, what’s up with the freezing rain? — and the car is warm, dry, and I think about the evening ahead and everything I want to do tonight.
That English assignment… maybe I’ll call Tammy, she gave me her phone number sometime, I think it’s in my homework planner. Probably the only thing written in there, ha. We never confirmed anything, but I’ll call her… sometime. And then I need to figure out a way to call Ima from Aunt Chana’s house—
I space back in as Aunt Chana makes a sharp right, past an unfamiliar park. Wait, where are we going?
“Visiting hours till eight, we’re going to visit Bubby,” Aunt Chana explains cheerfully.
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