Babby is also one of the calmest, most ladylike women I’ve ever met. Um, nothing like me
I’ve never seen Goldie go anywhere without a sheitel, but here she is, wearing a heather-gray skirt, light pink T-shirt, and a colorful scarf on her head. She slips on a pair of oversized sunglasses and takes a deep breath of ocean air.
“Heaven,” she exclaims. “Pure heaven. I’m taking Effie on a walk, Bells, want to join?”
I do, but my leg is hurting me and I’m sunburned and the couch is oh-so-comfortable.
“Nah,” I say sleepily. “But enjoy.”
She waves and skips out pushing the stroller. Babby looks up from her Tehillim.
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