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I look at her. Don’t say it, I say silently. Don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it

“Wednesday,” Naftali echoes, suddenly exhausted. “You’re picking out a sheitel for Wednesday? It’s Monday” 

How could this be happening? I’m going to camp with no Shabbos clothes. Unbelievable. And yet, so very believable

Rivky laughs. “Well, I’m stupid and vain sometimes,” she says easily. It’s true, but Rivky is so cheerful about it that Chana can’t hold it against her

I was never fond of those girls who are all like, “My family is nuts and mortifying and I have braces and ohmigosh, my life is so hard”

They stop, just like that. It will never cease to amaze Naftali, the authority he holds in this big yellow vehicle