Babby is also one of the calmest, most ladylike women I’ve ever met. Um, nothing like me

I’ve never seen Goldie go anywhere without a sheitel, but here she is, wearing a heather-gray skirt, light pink T-shirt, and a colorful scarf on her head. She slips on a pair of oversized sunglasses and takes a deep breath of ocean air.

“Heaven,” she exclaims. “Pure heaven. I’m taking Effie on a walk, Bells, want to join?”

I do, but my leg is hurting me and I’m sunburned and the couch is oh-so-comfortable.

“Nah,” I say sleepily. “But enjoy.”

She waves and skips out pushing the stroller. Babby looks up from her Tehillim.

“You didn’t want to go, Bella Rena?”

I sigh happily and snuggle deeper into the couch. “Not really.”

I look up at my grandmother, suddenly feeling wide awake. “Do you say Tehillim every day, Babby?”

Babby slips her finger into the sefer and closes it, “I do. It makes me feel calm.”

I think about this. I can use some calm.

“That’s really nice,” I say softly.

Babby nods. I gaze at her thoughtfully. Babby has a lot of strong opinions and she’s not afraid to voice them, like when Naftoli wasn’t allowed in yeshivah. I’m the same way. ButBabby is also one of the calmest, most ladylike women I’ve ever met. Um, nothing like me.

I wonder how she achieved that.

“Babby,” I say, sitting upright and stretching my aching leg in front of me.

“Yes, sweetheart.”

My face feels flushed, I’m not sure why. “Do I… remind you of, uh, you?”

Babby beams at me. “You really, really do.”