Well, now we’ve just crossed over to crazy town. I do not have great taste. I have no taste

The day before Avrumi and I leave Eretz Yisrael, Temmy, Hadassah, and Sarit take me and Tili to Kever Rochel. We kept meaning to make it over there, but it just hadn’t happened, and now, on our last full day here, we’re on our way. Tili is chattering away, but all I really want to do is stare out the window. I don’t, though. I laugh and chatter and exclaim over Our Mother, like no other, a sister true, she cries for you.

Tili pauses for breath long enough to wrinkle her nose at my limerick, and then continues on with her shopping list for high school.

“I bought my shoes right before I came here, and obviously my backpack. And my uniform is already hanging on the back of my closet door,” she says, laughing a little. “Does that make me a huge nerd?”

I actually look around the bus. Was cool, put-together Tili asking Dopey Dahlia if she’s a nerd? Well, this is a first.

“Totally not,” I scoff.

Tili smiles. “Thanks. How ’bout you? Done shopping yet?”

I shrug and decide to take the truth route for a change. “Not at all. I’m getting nervous.”

Tili waves a hand. “Eh, you have great taste. You’ll be fine.”

Well, now we’ve just crossed over to crazy town. I do not have great taste. I have no taste. I see Hadassah chewing her lip and Temmy looking at us sideways. I open my eyes wide in panic.

“We’ll help you,” Hadassah mouths.

Phew.