When she opened her eyes in the morning, Tamar couldn’t remember where she was for a minute. The quiet and calm washed over her. Yesterday the Weisses had given her the day to herself, and she had used it to its utmost — spending almost the whole day in her own company. Within seconds, her calm turned to panic. Today was the day she was starting a new school.
What am I going to tell the kids at school? They’re for sure going to ask why I switched to their school. No way can I tell them the truth. But she couldn’t think of any good, foolproof lie. With a sigh, Tamar got up and made her bed. At home she hadn’t always made her bed, but this wasn’t home.
Tamar and Devorah walked to school in the crisp autumn air, their altercation still hanging between them.
“Here’s the school,” Devorah said, breaking the silence for the first time since they left home. “Your classroom is on the second floor, but the secretary said to go to the office before you go upstairs.”
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