“Oh, goodness, I’m so happy. It’s amazing what a good fit does to a gown. Beautiful, beautiful”
M
rs. Davidowitz waited.
I turned to check if Yocheved was watching us, but my sister wasn’t in the showroom anymore.
Why was this woman putting me on the spot like this? It wasn’t fair. I was finally on good terms with Yocheved, and I was determined to keep it that way.
I was tempted to tell Mrs. Davidowitz, No, I don’t want to talk to you. Whatever it was she wanted to discuss, I didn’t like the fact that she was pulling me aside like this, covertly, obviously shutting Yocheved out. Forcing me to choose again, between my principles and my loyalties, and I didn’t want this.
Mrs. Davidowitz sent her daughter to wait for her in the car. Then she turned to me again. “Hmm?”
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