"The school doesn’t exactly encourage vacation in Florida, but under the circumstances, we decided to make an exception”
I fold a smokey blue T-shirt into my suitcase and tuck a pair of gold flip-flops in beside it. Packing for Florida is fun but it’s also a stress. Plus, after my conversation with Goldie about how I’m a self-entitled brat, I’ve kinda lost my desire to go on the trip at all. Ma is annoyed at me, Goldie thinks I’m a terrible person, and Babby has probably figured out that I was complaining about her joining us. At least Effie still likes me.
I pour my favorite shampoos and face washes into the cute little travel set Ma had bought me for camp, and then I’m all done. We’re leaving tomorrow, right after school. I roll my shoulders, massage my aching leg, and head downstairs for some Isru Chag lunch.
“Who wants matzah?” Daddy calls, chuckling at his own joke.
Of course, some of the Martin men with no taste buds actually do want some, and they start pulling out cream cheese and jams.
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