Sarah tells Laylee how her friends were expelled, but she was allowed to stay because of her parents’ money, yet she refused to go back,
I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Sarah grabbed her bag and got out of the car.
“It’s Shabbos Chanukah!” Laylee called over her shoulder unbuckling Rikki from her booster seat. “Just smile and nod. Before you know it you’ll be back in Elmway with your beloved sweatshirt and ripped skirt.”
“Actually in an unfortunate turn of events I’m going to be catching a terribly contagious strain of cold that will leave me cloistered in my room for much of Shabbos” Sarah said. “Also I brought the sweatshirt — what do you think I stuffed in this bag?”
Gavi grabbed the suitcases from the trunk and walked around to the front of the car. He noticed his in-laws’ neighbor staring unabashedly at the group through her window.
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