Even with all the arguing, she thought, the table felt so… friendly. They could say whatever they wanted; the warmth, the love, was still there
“So, Tamar.” Mrs. Weiss addressed her over Hawaiian chicken and noodles. “I heard you helped put together one fantastic banner. Not that I’m surprised.”
Tamar smiled. It was Wednesday, but after color war and then putting in extra hours at Tassel the day before, Tamar had asked Mrs. Weiss to cancel her appointment with Yael Baum. It was actually nice to eat supper with the family, Shaindy on one side of her, Yanky and Mendy on either side of Mrs. Weiss to prevent fighting. “I didn’t really do that much,” Tamar replied, bashfully, “it was close to finished when I joined.”
“I’m sure you were a big help, though,” Mrs. Weiss had a broad smile playing across her lips.
“Thanks,” Tamar muttered, turning back to her chicken. She was never sure what to say when Mrs. Weiss said these things.
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