She could handle fudge sundaes, but having a conversation here would be super-awkward. What if one of her friends turned up? What if Etty came in?
T
he ice cream store had to be the worst possible place for an intense conversation.
Rachelli fidgeted. Daddy and Mommy wanted to talk about the high school situation, and apparently it warranted a private outing, just the three of them.
Okay, she could handle fudge sundaes, but having a conversation here would be super-awkward. What if one of her friends turned up? What if Etty came in?
Etty.
“The Friedmans all go to Toras Banos,” Rachelli said. Caramel sauce dripped from her sundae, pooling on the scratched wooden table. “How come it’s good enough for them? Etty’s father is a mashgiach in the yeshivah.”
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