“I know what you’re worried about, okay? I know and you know and let’s clean up”
It was late Motzaei Shabbos when we got the call.
“Mommy, Bubby’s on the phone.” Ayala came running down the stairs holding the phone out.
As Mommy took her phone, I shot Ayala a funny look.
“What?” I mouthed.
Ayala shrugged, but the corners of her mouth turned down. They say there is no better friend than a sister, and I just knew something was wrong. A pit settled in my stomach as I saw Mommy’s face whiten as she clapped a hand over her mouth and, still silent and listening to Bubby, headed toward the stairs.
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