Nike is a nerd, and a jerk. A jerk that says, does, whatever is the most harmful for a reaction.
Tristan is a player. One that makes up stories along the way with every lover of his, and with multiple people at that.
The two have hated each other s...
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"Are you sure she is ready to light the candles?"
"Of course, Menucha, she's been practicing all day," zeyde says.
"Yes, I know but–" "We are going to watch over her, she's going to be more than fine," bobe says.
Mom sighs and nods.
I look away from them, Lashauna is mumbling words besides me.
"It's – right?" I turn to Lashauna and shrug, "don't know." I put my hand over the top of the candle where the matchsticks are going to be held, I take my hand away.
"Put that down Samuel!" I walk over to Samuel and take the tzedakah box out of his hand.
"Give it back," he yells.
"No," I say, walking away from him.
Samuel cries follow my ear to the living room.
I stop next to the mantelpiece where the shofar is on and put the tzedakah box next to it.
"Why did you take the tzedakah box from Samuel?"
I clench my hands and turn around, "he was playing with it like it was a toy," I avow.
"Well explain it to him before you just take it away," Aunt May infers. "I will." I stare at the shelf.
My phone beeps, and I take it out of my pocket. I glance at the notification sender's name.
Emilie.
I finally got her name; it took till the end of our first date. And it wasn't from her own tongue.
Hey, so when is the date?
I start typing.
Four on Thursday as always, unless you're not free on that time.
I'm. Was just checking in, bye!
I put the phone back into the pocket, I walk back to the dining table, and Lashauna is still trying to find the correct words.
"I think it went like this," I say, walking closer to Lashauna.
"Baruch Atah Adonai, Eloheinu, Rei do mundo—no that's wrong, ask Aunt May she knows," I say.
"How in the world did you mess that up so much?"
"Aunt Maya, can you..." Lashauna mumbles, slowly walking to Aunt May.
"Can I do what?"
"I need help, I don't know if I said the words right or wrong."
"Okay," Aunt May walks over to Lashauna, "let's practice on the couch."
They sit down on the couch opposite of Uncle Adonijah and Levona, and Lebba.
