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Her mother held her gaze a moment before turning to Noah He was fifteen and his voice had just changed and when he sang he sounded almost like their dad After the prayer their mother tore off large pieces of the soft still-warm bread for each of them Rivka wanted to refuse but it was hard to turn down challah and there wouldn’t be any more for the next six weeks She was leaving for Quartz Creek Ranch on Sunday morning Challah was absolutely the only thing about Shabbat that she was going to miss So said her mom handing around a platter of salmon Big weekend in the Simon household How’s the packing going Eli practically bounced out of his seat I’m ready he crowed I’m totally ready to go I can’t wait I want to be the first one there Do you think I’ll get a top bunk Their dad laughed It was Eli’s first year at B’nai B’rith summer camp and he had been packed for a week How about you Noah Her brother shrugged I’ll be ready to go Their dad grinned Exciting summer for you Noah was going to be a junior counselor this year Just like their dad had been Just like their mom 3