“But, but….” I sounded like the sputtering last cup of soda in a slush machine. “That doesn’t make any sense,” I finally said
Tzivi wasn’t the writer, I thought. I glanced around the classroom. That left twenty-two other girls. Well, twenty-one because it wasn’t Penina
“And what happened to you this morning?” Penina asked. “I waited by the corner for five minutes, but you never showed up”
I roll my eyes. It’s the first time I can remember wishing that Penina lived too far away from my house to just walk over.