Maybe that’s the thing with family, they’re so close that it’s hard to see things clearly
“You’re one to talk about family.” Tehillah flopped onto her bed and started untangling her earbuds.
Rachelli found her voice. “I’m not the one taking over someone else’s bedroom.”
Tehillah snorted. “You’re also not the one who gave up your room for your grandparents.” She rolled over and plugged into the music. After a minute, she popped out one earbud and said, “By the way, Bubby and Zeidy are leaving after Shabbos. So you won’t have to suffer having me around anymore.”
Rachelli stared. Was that sarcasm — or sadness? She took a step closer.
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