Elena’s face fell.
At the very top, with three stars and a doodle of a unicorn, was Elena Katz. -No estas invitada a mi bat Mitzvah-
Silence. Sophie could hear her own heartbeat. Elena’s face fell
“But,” Sophie continued, “there’s going to be a second dessert at my house tomorrow. Just leftover cake and the cheap ice cream. And you can come to that. If you want.” ” Sophie continued
Sophie looked down at her notes. Her Torah portion was about reconciliation—about Jacob and Esau, brothers who had hurt each other and then, years later, found a way to embrace. She’d practiced the words a hundred times without really hearing them.