“I want to go out to eat. I want to talk okay? Please Chaim.”
Chaim looked up from his perch on the golf cart. “Seriously? Like now? In the middle of camp?”
He knew the expression on Rivky’s face. It was the determined look she wore when she suddenly started cleaning out a closet and wouldn’t stop until she was done.
“Rivk I’d love to. But there is an inspector coming to check the kitchen in two hours and we have an inter-camp hockey game tonight with Matzav. There’s a chance we may even win! Wouldn’t that be great? The kids are psyched for it. It’ll be like Trump they’re going to get tired of winning.”
