“Has the Department of Health really condemned the building? Are the maintenance workers really on strike? And is Mrs. Steinman really being held hostage in a foreign country?”
T uesday Aug. 29
Zeesy hummed as she ironed yet another uniform shirt. The final week of summer vacation! Feeling an urge to share her bliss she picked up her phone and dialed Faigy.
“Six more days” she crowed as soon as her friend picked up.
Silence.
“Faigy? Hello? Speechless from excitement?” Zeesy giggled. “So what’re we going to do the first day back? Definitely go out for lunch, and….”
The silence was unnerving.
“Hey, you okay?”
At last, Faigy spoke. “You didn’t hear the news?” She sounded as if she had a bad cold.
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