"It’s just, you know, people expect their friends to share stuff…” she trails off. At the other end of the line, Shoshana is cold, silent
Mimi’s not the leader type.
She likes being part of things. One of the crowd. She’s not the one planning get-togethers or calling to coordinate things. That’s more Ella’s type, or Tzippy’s.
Today, though, she feels like if she doesn’t do something fast, their tight little circle is just going to splinter apart.
“Look, I’m not telling you what to do, but—” Mimi stops. She was telling Shoshana what to do. Very insistently. No studying, just chilling, she’d told Tzippy and Ella. We need to relax a little.
Relax. Right. Totally.
And when, exactly, was she going to study for Chumash makeup test? Or come up with some kind of essay for Miss Spiegel?
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