Things have shifted in this class. The hierarchy adapting ever so slightly. A crowd of girls sit on some desks voices clamoring Batsheva’s and Tzippy’s loudest of all.
Shiri Shaina Rikki they aren’t there in the pack like they would be. They’ve gone quieter subdued more serious. Is it any wonder?
They were there on a hill dusted in snow tubing downward.
In my mind’s eye I see the three of them scrambling out of the way and Leeba there smack in the path of a skier.
