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“The show is over. I’m over. History. Find me a flight home. Schedule me an appointment with a plastic surgeon”

Everyone was staring at her. The tour guests. Leah, her mother, her sisters. The Lizmans. The whole world

Deena felt blood rushing to her face. No, Miri. No! You didn’t just imply to the audience that I copy recipes. How could you?

Ugh. Why had he made that ridiculous promise to her? Did he really have to do this?

The crowd quieted. Yochi reached for a bentsher. “I’m impressed with Berkowitz,” he told Pessie quietly. “He handled it so well”

At least if Miri wasn’t eating, she was smiling. Deena had been holding her breath, but this tour seemed to be doing great things for her