I made my first friend by doing what all younger sisters do best — tagging along with an older sibling. But when my one and only friend Rivky became friends with Baila our class’s notorious bully I knew I was in trouble. The three of us played together Baila and I sharing our friend while eyeing each other suspiciously. The real problem with Baila was that she noticed too much and asked too many questions. Well without answers any question was too much for me.
She eyed my thin frame. “Do you ever eat?”
“Only on Tuesdays,” I answered.
“Why are you so tall?”
“I ate the beans from Jack and the beanstalk.”
“Why do you get out of breath when you run?”
