Playing With Matches by Suri Rosen

Author:Suri Rosen
Language: eng, eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: YA Fiction
Publisher: ECW Press
Published: 2014-06-25T16:00:00+00:00

chapter 17

Bronx

The next morning I got an email from Daniel.

Leah’s fantastic. Will contact you later.

I didn’t have a chance to enjoy that email because there was a more worrisome one from Leah. She urgently begged me for my phone number, promising that she wouldn’t share it or ask my name.

Since I obviously couldn’t give her my number I’d have to wait for her to email details. And I waited all day.

That evening, Eli drove Mira, Leah, Bubby, and me to Tamara and Jeremy’s engagement party. When we arrived at the catering hall, Mira held me back while the others entered the building.

“Mrs. Levine isn’t happy with your performance at school.”

“I just need some time,” I said with a pleading look. Matchmaven had overtaken my life.

“I don’t want any more complaints from her,” Mira said with a stern nod.

We finally entered the facility and I was caught off guard by the size of the crowd. You wouldn’t have known that Tamara and Jeremy were both from out of town by the number of ­people there. There were easily 150 guests, which even included a number of familiar faces from Moriah. The rabbi from the Bernsteins’ shul was in attendance, apparently with half of his membership too. Both Jeremy’s parents and Tamara’s had flown in for the occasion along with Jeremy’s two older sisters.

A line of buffet tables laden with petit fours, cream-filled cakes, and martini glasses filled with berries bisected the dance floor. The air was so thick with the scents of Givenchy, Chanel, and Hermès that your dress could get wet. I observed Tamara and Jeremy across a lake of pastries. Her entire face was lit up in a smile as she and Jeremy stood at the centre of a throng of well-wishers. Her red hair was tied back in a loose updo. The beige chiffon folds of her gown wrapped softly around her. It was still early in the evening, so the keyboard music hadn’t yet been cranked up to the deafening levels that would make virtually all conversation impossible.

Not that I had anyone to talk to. I glanced at my watch. Where was Professor K. already, my seventy-five-year-old bro? Bubby and Mrs. Feldman were stationed in chairs on the opposite side of the room from the dessert table, and I made a mental note to steer clear. Since the Party Gone Bad, I needed to avoid Bubby like hydrogenated oil. Or at least the way I should have avoided it. It wasn’t that I was angry at her. I even admired her a bit after Eli’s talk. But I definitely had to watch out for her. She was one naughty Bubby.

I loaded up my plate with rum balls and bit into the perfect brownie, so under-baked it was really just glorified goo. Tamara waved her arms at me to join her and Jeremy. I weaved my way through the crowd and gave Tamara a furtive hug, glancing behind my shoulder to make sure that Leah didn’t see me acting too happy.

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