“He got all excited when I told him about you. He had this wild brainstorm, to chronicle your journey, as a kallah getting her gown sewn at our boutique”
“Stand straight,” I ordered Mina’s daughter for the third time.
“Whoops, sorry.” Shevy grinned contritely.
She flipped her phone shut and straightened to her full height. I stretched my tape measure down her back.
Mina stood up. “I’ll leave now, I need to take Tzvi to the dentist. Call me if you have any questions, or ask Yocheved.” She turned to me. “She’s in skilled hands, Yelena, isn’t she?”
As soon as she left, Yocheved breezed into the sewing room. “How’s it going?”
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