“You never struggled, Gavi. Perfect little Gavi with his perfect grades, and perfect jump shot, and perfect leadership skills”
T he moon dangled low and bright against the night sky and Laylee stifled a yawn as she walked the guests out. After such an awkward start the meal had gone relatively smoothly.
“I don’t know if it happened on the plane or back in Maalot Dafna. But it’s gone” Baila said to Sarah. “And the siddur had everything in it all my notes when to stand and sit what to say…” Sarah shook her head in sympathy. “I could help you if you want. We can go through a new siddur together.” Laylee could sense hesitation in Sarah’s voice but Baila was oblivious to it.
“Well look at that” Laylee said with a smirk once they were back inside. “Rebbetzin Sarah.” Sarah looked at her. “Rebbetzin? No. Not a rebbetzin. Just a person who can appreciate sincerity.” She took the stairs two at a time leaving a bewildered Laylee standing at the bottom.
Laylee woke up with a headache every Sunday morning like clockwork. After trying to eliminate triggers from her diet she’d finally conceded that all the food elimination in the world wouldn’t change the fact that Sunday was Cassandra’s day off.
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