“In the scheme of things, this is the kind of thing a yeshivah like this kicks kids out for”
“Ma?” Levi came up behind her. “I’m starving!”
“Oh!” She whipped around, a fork in each hand. “You scared me!”
He didn’t respond to that, just leaned toward the stove for a better look.
“I made beer-battered pretzel chicken,” she told him, modulating her voice carefully, so it sounded like I made beer-battered pretzel chicken, not like, I made this for you so you’ll be happy and relaxed and because I care so much about you and I feel so helpless and this is the only thing I can think of doing. One whiff of that and he would bolt.
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