“Say no more,” Malky interrupted. “We just closed on my mother’s house, I have maaser money. Tell me who to write the check to"
“Did you close yet?” Shani asked her mother. She took a deliberately casual sip of coffee.
“No, at the end of the week, I think,” Malky said, leaning back into the battered leather couch.
She could see Shani was itching to know more, but she didn’t have much to add.
“Uncle Yitzi is taking care of it, he’s the executor. Me and Aunt Layla just show up and sign things.”
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