Being liked by Tamara Fine is no small matter. I’ve seen the way the other girls look at me whenever she calls out a sunny, “Hey there, RaRa”
Yael’s dark brown eyes meet mine. I can feel her rapid heartbeat. “It’s going to be okay,” I promise her, “Ima’s going to be fine”
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned! I cannot eat. I cannot rest. I cannot breathe. So gravely have I sinned…”
Rina seemed blithely unaware of just how much each day of filming was costing them, as she insisted on take after take
Mommy laughs and then puts her mug down. “So, tell me again, eight other girls really got your backpack just because Tamara complimented you on it?”
Tears spring to my eyes. What kind of bar mitzvah will I have? I turn away, trying to hide my reaction to the judge’s words
