“You didn’t think,” Tammy snapped. “If you had, you’d have realized that editing off a part of someone’s face is rude and insensitive”
ITwas another golden morning in the Rosen household. Estee hadn’t gotten up before Yonah left, though — did that mean shanah rishonah was over?
She’d woken around ten, davened, made a coffee, and was just sitting down with her mug and the rest of yesterday’s cinnamon bun when someone knocked. Not many people came to their little side door, and Estee was so startled, she almost spilled coffee on her keyboard.
She took a quick peek through the glass. Omigosh, it was only Tammy.
She pulled open the door, laughing. “Tammy! I can’t believe you found me in this basement. Come in! Wow, I was totally not expecting anyone.”
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