What on earth could Tamara want to talk to me about? Did I commit a grand faux-pas and I’m being evicted from the group?
I know it’s silly to cry over the rejection of a six-year-old, but honestly, can’t anything go right anymore? I blink away the tears
Rachel Ahuva,” Lani says, “the girls already love you, they’ve already accepted you. They want to come to your house because you invited them”
“This whole thing you have going on, between your friends and Mommy and Abba and Hadas… You need to figure it out”
So, there is more to Tamara than hairspray and Gucci. I knew it. I file this away for later and walk out to the car
I turn bright red. Literally, I feel the heat flood my face, and the room grows ten degrees warmer.
These girls weren’t really discussing someone else’s weight, were they?
