It is so not my responsibility to make sure Yocheved gets to go out
Pllllllleeeeeeassssseeee. Pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top? And ten dollars an hour?”
I look at Yocheved sideways, the hood of my sweatshirt concealing my interest.
Hmmm, things just got fancy. Yocheved never offers to pay me for babysitting Levi. I look at my sister. There’s way too much hope in her eyes; it makes me feel funny. Like I want to make her happy and also, I want her to never look at me like that again.
“Naomi, puhleeze. It’s our anniversary and Zev finally can take off work a little early.”
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