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In the classroom fish tank, bubbles floated up from the biggest, blackest fish’s mouth. “… and that, banos, is how Esther informed Achashveirosh that Haman was the culprit!” Morah Weiss’s voice rose triumphantly. Bracha Yitty Goldenberg, whose attention had been claimed by the burbling tank, turned to face the front of the room.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
“Now let’s discuss our class Purim party. Who wants to bring in nosh?”
“Me!”
“I do!”
“Morah, my mother said I could bring in marshmallows and Super Snacks!”
Hands waved wildly all over the room. Bracha Yitty waved as wildly as anyone else, accidentally smacking arms with Chanie, in the seat next to hers.
“Bracha Yitty, can you bring in a bottle of soda?” Morah Weiss asked. “Banos, I’ll give out a list of what each girl is bringing, and your mothers should initial it and send it back. Now, about the costumes… ” The class quieted down. “As usual, we’ll be having a costume contest, with points awarded for originality. The prize will be two goldfish from our class aquarium.”
A grin broke out on Bracha Yitty’s freckled face.
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