“Sneak peek guys.” Fraida dropped a paper on Sari’s desk. “Shabbaton schedule. First draft.” She laughed as the girls dove for the page. “Hey don’t kill each other it might still change!”
“What’s this?” Gitty was pointing to an item listed for Friday night. Fraida squinted. “Oh the kumzitz. We moved it to Friday night in the end. I know it’s traditional to have it Motzaei Shabbos but we’re having the Menucha concert—” she acknowledged the applause with a wave of her hand like a visiting dignitary—” and we didn’t want to cancel the kumzitz altogether.”
“It’s the highlight of Shabbaton” Sari asserted.
“All the 12th graders cry” Leah said knowingly.
