I of the Storm: Chapter 4

“How are you, Ilana?” Kayla crowed, stepping out of her Sienna. She lifted a pair of Prada sunglasses onto a heavily streaked wig.

“Great, baruch Hashem,” I said, shivering. “How’s Danielle liking school?”

Another gust of wind. I pulled Ari’s hat lower around his face.

“Oh, she loves it.” Kayla rolled her eyeballs upward for emphasis. “But I think 4:15 dismissal is too late. They’re only seven, after all….”