I was a free woman until Tzvi got home at 2:30. I may as well chap arein my freedom before the baby comes
I smiled at the girls one more time, then stepped aside, as Leeba, the head of the organization, came forward.
“Let’s give a huge thank you to Rebbetzin Schwartzberg!” she bellowed, clapping her hands together. The girls erupted into cheers. I blushed. Too much really, but glad they enjoyed. Crazy that I was really here with the girls on the beach. Even crazier that they’d liked it.
My stuff was in the back and I walked to get it. Blech, my tote bag tipped over. Now half my life was buried in the sand. Leeba was introducing the woman who would lead the kumzitz. I looked up to see who’d be following my act. The woman looked like a classic free spirit, flowing tichel, floral tiered skirt. She wore a guitar on her back and held a drum under her arm. Fun. Kumzitzes weren’t this fancy in my day; we were lucky if we had a mic.
I felt an arm on my shoulder. Leeba.
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