Shlemozzle

A boy with pin wheels stuck to his ears is lucky to have anyone, never mind my lovely Channaleh. But then I was lucky to be invited. The whole shlemozzle at the party after, too. Some party!

“That's what this moron did,” Louise McKay shouted, glaring at Abbie and me as though to defy us to question her. Tarbok turned his head and looked at her. “Shut up, sweetheart,” he said, slowly and distinctly. “I'm talking to the shlemozzle.” “I'm not a shlemozzle,” I said.