Mimi wonders if Shoshana will offer to help, but her friend, it seems, is too wrapped up in her own problems to think of that
Mimi presses her fingers against her throbbing temples. One perek down, three to go. She needs to study, she needs to. She can’t fail again. What will Mrs. Stern say? And her parents?
Mimi’s stomach turns. Focus, pasuk, Rashi. She reads the words once, twice. Nothing seems to make sense.
Frustrated, Mimi tosses her notes aside. She’s never studied alone. Somehow, her friends made it easier, with Tzippy’s clear notes and Shoshana’s ready answers to all Mimi’s questions. And Ella, of course, Ella with her apple chips and wry remarks.
She’s never had to battle through it alone, with nothing but her own messy, incomplete notes to guide her.
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