The house smells of warm challos and delicious kugel, and they’re not a crazy family, they are not.
Together Tatty says an open window and ceiling fan create a draft — cross-air venfication or something like that — and it’ll be cool. Aidy strokes the gap on her pajama top where Puppy’s eye used to be and watches shadows spin on the ceiling.
The pajamas are big and scratchy. Once when they were brand-new with a tag they were soft and cuddly. Elky wore them back then. She wore them for two years and then they became Gittel’s. That’s when Puppy lost his eye.
It’s only pajamas. It’s stupid to care about them so much.
In the bed under Aidy’s bunk something stirs.
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