Ella giggles, takes an apple, and then asks, too casually, “Anyone know if Tzippy’s coming?”
Erev Pesach is not the greatest time for hosting.
Mimi sighs, closes the fridge, then opens it again and grabs a few apples. There’s a bag of potato chips somewhere as well, they’ll all be sick of those before the week is out, but it’s something.
It will have to do.
Mimi tries not to think about the last time she hosted her friends. Back then, she’d invited them hoping Shoshana would open up to the others, an attempt that failed spectacularly. This time…
On impulse, she grabs the phone and dials Tzippy. The number is busy. Figures.
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