The words were cold, icy even. Rachelli shifted in her seat. Mrs. Hertz had just walked in. Why was she angry already?
The news had spread overnight. It was obvious to Rachelli as soon as she entered the classroom. She nearly turned around and walked right back out again.
“Did you hear?” Shira squealed, running over when she came in.
“Obviously she knows, it’s her uncle.”
“When did you find out?”
Where on earth was Etty?
She shrugged off a dozen questions. “I don’t know anything, really, just what you know.”
Chaya banged on her desk. “Everyone, be extra good in class today.”
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