Whatever she ended up doing in life, she’d do it as herself. If nothing else, she’d learned that this year in seminary

Watching ZeeZee’s face crumple, Chava’s anger melted. ZeeZee had meant well. She’d just made her decisions from the perspective of an 18-year-old

“If I’m supposed to live a life like everyone else, why did You make me so different?”

ZeeZee realized, dimly, that she wasn’t running towards something; she was running away

"No — no thank-you?” she spluttered. “No ‘great job, ZeeZee’? You just come and give us mussar, as if we’re naughty little children?”

“Mrs. Edelman, sorry to disturb, but I wanted to make sure I caught you. Can you please stop in at my office before you leave?”

Chava jumped. Heart hammering, she swiveled around to see Devoiry standing there, wide-eyed. A large kitchen knife was trembling in her hand

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

“So, we all know why we’re here. To get Devoiry out of the clutches of the mob”

How would she collect the money? She had no idea how to set up an online fundraising page