“This whole situation, it’s just… Look, Shevy, it’s wrong. It’s my mistake, I should’ve considered this from the start"
It was only after I got home from the boutique, still fuming, that it hit me: What was I going to tell Shevy?
The thought festered in the back of my brain while I grilled chicken for supper. The kids were making a ruckus, and I was trying to figure out what Dina would eat while listening to five stories at once.
“When are we going for gowns?” Rikki asked loudly.
“We’re eating supper now,” I snapped.
Rikki frowned. I felt awful. I opened the fridge and poured her a cup of Sprite. “Here, sheifelah,” I said. “Because you did so well on your Chumash test.”
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