"I cleaned up the whole mess, and made it look so nice, but I had no more money to buy another slice.
As I left the store I turned and said 'Good-bye!' He said 'You're really nice- here's an extra pie!
The Torah says be nice! The Torah says be kind! Be helpful be thankful and cheerful all the time!
AAAAYYYYYY AyyyyyAyayay Ayayayayyyyy Ay Ay OY VEI!" The girls sang, yelling at the top of their lungs. They cracked up and Aliza felt tears in
her eyes and her stomach hurt from laughing. The Uncle Moishy tape had been blasting at full volume for the last half hour.
Shira had brought a bunch of these kind of tapes along- she was the oldest in her family, and with so many little kids around,
that was just the kind of music they listened to. Aliza didn't mind- it was fun going down memory lane like that once in a while,
and letting loose a bit. Maybe that was why Shira had wanted to visit shadchanim on their way- it wasn't like she had a bunch of older
married siblings who had been through this already and were always on her case about really getting started. Aliza knew from their experience
that being in shidduchim was not always a walk in the park, to say the least. She really admired those older girls, like that Kleinman girl from shul.
What was her name? Rina? Dina? Yeah that was it. Anyway, Aliza hoped shidduchim wouldn't be too hard on her, and that she wouldn't have
to wait too long for her bashert. But if she did- at least she hoped she would be able to take it with as much grace as Dina did.
Shira sighed happily as the song wound down and Aliza came back to the present, just in time to hear Shira exclaim-"Now I have a major craving
for pizza!! I think our first stop should be Jerusalem Pizza on Main St.- you know, Teddy's? My cousins love it!" She typed the address of the pizza store into the GPS.
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Bentzi stifled a yawn and leaned his tired head back against the seat of the car behind him. His legs were doubled up under him and they
were starting to really hurt-the metal buckle from his sandal was digging into his skin. His elbows were squashed against a hard, bright pink suitcase on one side, and a scratchy green camping tent on the other.
He picked listlessly at the new yellow Spongebob band-aid on his knee. He was beginning to wonder why he had listened to Shalom and agreed to this whole plan in the first place. Just because Shalom was nine years old and lived in America didn't mean he was smarter.
People from Har Nof were also smart! His neighbor Itzik from building 32 was probably the smartest boy he had ever met.
And he was only eight! But a dare was a dare.
He had been sitting cramped up like this for at least..well..probably an hour. He didn't know exactly how long an
hour was but he knew it was a very, very, long time. He wished he could drink something.
He smiled to himself as he thought about how his aunt Aliza and her friend had been singing Uncle Moishy songs the whole way here.
They thought they could sing so well...!
Maybe they'll play Marvelous Middos Machine next, he hoped. Or Kivi and Tuki. I like Kivi and Tuki..
His stomach grumbled loudly and he hoped they couldn't hear it up there in the front.
Well, at least they were going to get pizza now. Maybe when they parked the car he would just get out
and tell them everything, and say he was very sorry for tagging along and hiding in the back, and could he please have some pizza?
He tried his best to keep his eyes open, but the warm thrum of the engine
beneath him made it very hard to do so, and finally the little boy succumbed to exhaustion.