Chapter 95, (Rated R) Girls Girls Girls
“Montana?” asked Nehemiah when we finished the rehearsal. “Are you crazy? It is cold out there,” Said Tzvika. “Yes, I know, that’s the whole idea. Tibi can’t say no to ice cream. I love seeing him shiver.” “Are you paying?” I asked Nehemiah. “No, it is Giyora’s turn.” “Let’s go.” Montana was a soft ice cream parlor in Netanya. We called it American Ice Cream. The Israeli ice cream was a little harder and mostly lactose free. Being lactose intolerant didn’t stop me from loving that ice cream and even in cold weathers I could never say no to an offer. My friends would take me to the parlor and buy me the biggest sundae they offered with the nuts and cherries and chocolate fudge on top. Because they loved seeing me enjoying it and shivering. The bigger the portion, the longer I shiver. After the freezing experience I walked home and as soon as I walked in...