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Maya snorted. “You’re her best friend. You tell her.”

“I shouldn’t have said those things,” Elena said quietly. “And I shouldn’t have waited until 2:00 a.m. to apologize.” -No estas invitada a mi bat Mitzvah-

At the very top, with three stars and a doodle of a unicorn, was Elena Katz. Maya snorted

Two weeks before the big day, an invitation came in the mail. It was from Elena—to her bat mitzvah, scheduled for six months later. The envelope was addressed in Elena’s loopy handwriting, complete with a heart over the i in Sophie . “And I shouldn’t have waited until 2:00 a

After the service, during the reception, while everyone was eating miniature quiches and dancing to the Hora, Sophie walked over to the back row. Elena was still sitting there, alone, holding a crumpled napkin.

“She said my voice cracked,” Sophie told her mom, arms crossed. “At my own bat mitzvah. She was going to fake sick.”