“I know it’s not easy for you, sharing your room, helping out, but we’re all pitching in, and it’s a mitzvah, remember?”
There’s nothing like a best friend who drops everything and comes running to meet you when you need it most.
Rachelli shook the hood off her windbreaker, scattering raindrops. Etty made a face. “If I wanted a shower, I’d have stayed outside.” Then she linked arms with her friend and led her around the aisle to a corner of the store. “But seriously, tell me, what on earth is going on?!”
Rachelli grimaced. She made a show of unfolding the shopping list. “Splenda. Scented potpourri. Herbal teas. Napkin rings.” She looked up, Etty’s face was creased with curiosity. “Guess who’s coming for a visit?”
“Um, your sister Shani?” Etty looked bewildered. “I mean, who else in your family won’t eat sugar?”
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