“Whatever you can give me would be amazing.” ZeeZee held her breath as the secretary began to click on her keyboard

ZeeZee peeked inside the office. Rabbi Freund’s door was open and his room empty, as she’d known it would be. She’d just seen him walking down to the lunchroom, together with the rest of the school.

Mrs. Brander, the secretary, was typing on her computer, alone. ZeeZee approached her cautiously.

“Hi, Mrs. B. How’s it going?”

The secretary looked up. “Hello, ZeeZee. Can I help you?”

ZeeZee sat down in the chair opposite her desk. “I wanted to tell you a cute story. My sister Gitty… remember she came here to visit a few weeks ago?” ZeeZee tried not to scowl as she recalled that disastrous morning. “Well, she was so excited to see you again that she posted it on our family chat. I don’t have access to WhatsApp, of course,” ZeeZee said virtuously, “so I just found out about this the other day. But apparently there was this insane conversation going about all my sisters’ memories of you.”

Mrs. Brander’s cheeks were pink. “Is that so?” She laughed. “I hope they were all good ones!”

“Of course.” ZeeZee furiously tried to remember something specific to share. When her mother had told her about this conversation, she’d been too incensed over the Yad b’Yad issue to pay attention. It was only last night that she’d suddenly recalled this fact and realized the potential.

“Um, something about my sister Shaindy twisting her ankle when she was at your house for a Shabbos meal?”

It was a lame memory, but the secretary’s eyes brightened. “Wow, I’d forgotten about that! That was back when my Chaim was a baby, and now he’s in his first year of yeshivah gedolah.” She shook her head. “You Keller girls really span the generations, don’t you?”

ZeeZee silently thanked Hashem for this perfect segue. “Yup, we have. Actually, my sisters have been talking about how they’d love to get in touch with the girls from their Shvilei classes. With me being the last one here, I think they’re getting nostalgic.”

Mrs. Brander nodded, and ZeeZee took a breath. “So, I was thinking, wouldn’t it be an awesome surprise if I could give each of them their class lists with the current contact info? I mean, you must have that, no? For reaching out to alumni and stuff?”

“Sure, we do.” Mrs. Brander glanced toward her computer screen. “I can’t promise everything’s up to date, though.”

“That’s okay,” ZeeZee said. “Whatever you can give me would be amazing.” She held her breath as the secretary began to click on her keyboard.