Ima bustled into the room. She wiped her hands on her pink apron. “Tali did you clear a space in your dresser for her?” “There isn’t any room.” Ima shot me a “you’re not being cooperative” look. “I’ll have Abba bring up the dresser from the basement.” “Why do we have to have her here?” Ima’s brow furrowed. She put her hands on her hips and her blue eyes registered disapproval. “Talya I’m surprised at you. After what Hadassah’s family has been through it’s the least we can do to let her stay here until they arrive in America.” I wanted to say “Let some other relatives take her in ” but just then the doorbell rang.