When I open the door, I’m greeted with a wave of sound and the smell of curry. Who’s here?

I feel the moment weigh down on me. I need to say something good, and fast

Tammy? Oh, no, that’s going to be so awkward. We haven’t said a word to each other in weeks

Huh? Some random girl returned my diary, fine… but she wants to talk to me? That’s, like, next-level

I still marvel that I’ve become the honorary painting leader of the group. But I play it cool.

“You abandoned a dreidel game,” he says, like it’s a huge aveirah. “How could you?”

Sorry, but Aunt Chana’s tablescapes and Zeidy’s dreidel game and even the milky delicacies can’t compete with the party my parents pull off

I laugh. I might be younger than all of them here, but these girls are so… unworldly. So clueless