They go through this every year— Ella insisting on one last get-together before she and her parents leave for their annual exotic Pesach hotel experience
“Tuesday,” Ella announces. “We’ll get together in the evening. Who’s hosting?”
Mimi digs her hands into the pockets of her sweatshirt. Not exactly in line with uniform regulations, but it’s the last day before Pesach vacation, so no one’s gonna say anything today.
Shoshana leans against the banister and talks to the ceiling. “Who’s hosting, she asks. Because we’ll all be sitting like queens that day, getting our manicures and going for coffee…”
“No, no, no,” Tzippy cuts in. There’s a grin in her voice. “You’re forgetting, we’re packing, it’s hard work. And, um, the smell of Juanita’s cleaning products… you don’t know how annoying that is.”
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