Satisfied that no one was listening, she leaned closer and murmured, “I can’t tell you now. Later, when we’re alone, okay?”
When Mrs. Steinfeld stepped into the classroom before davening, it was a welcome change.
“Mrs. Hertz isn’t here today,” she explained to the curious class. “So I’ll be here with you until recess.”
A murmur ran through the class, and Rachelli grinned at Etty. Mrs. Steinfeld had been their homeroom teacher last year, in seventh grade. She was energetic and creative, the polar opposite of Mrs. Hertz.
“How long will Mrs. Hertz be away?” Tova called out. Mrs. Steinfeld frowned.
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