I saw Mina dart glances at Yocheved. What was this all about?
Yelena
For the sake of a few dumb babochki, I was not going to sew the sleeves of Fulop’s gown before the bodice. I was not.
“I’m sorry, Anuradha, your butterflies are beautiful, but this is like, you know, building the second floor of a house before the first. Psikh.”
Anuradha wagged her finger. “Listen to me. I need a titalee on the shoulder, I have to see how big.” She held up a beaded babochka to my nose. “Every titalee takes time.”
“You don’t fit a gown around a babochka! A… a titaleelee.”
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