Anita 5 novella of 2 schoolfriends

I open my lunch container with its icepack to refrigerate. As I unwrap my sandwich, I see Lily's eyes on it, and a way too intensely. To my disbelief, she reaches out, lifts the top slice of bread.
Accusatory tone, "who made it - you or your Mum?"
"She did."
"So why did she make ham, Swiss cheese and lettuce? Your choice or hers?"
I roll my eyes, "since when does she listen to me?"
Her tone softens, "sorry that came out a bit nasty. Two violations of kosher, can you spot em?"
My near photographic memory zips back to the term paper, ah ha Judaism.
"Come on, trying to be insulting? Ham is beyond the pale, but at least not as bad as bacon. And mixing a meat and milk meal is no go; that is if you're serious."
I can see her weigh this a moment, then, "ok, if you chose this meal, no big deal. You show as little respect to Judaism as you do to school rules, but at least you aren't a hypocrite. Her, with all that holier than thou tone, shocking she'd make this. For shame!"
"What exactly do you suggest I do about her Lily?"
"Who knows? What can you do? Don't look now, but that crazy boy is clowning trying to get your attention. Don't laugh or it'll only encourage him. He's sticking bread pieces in his nose and ears."
"Ok, but still, you just a little curious about ham?"
Her eyes go bigger, "I could do a good deed, that is stop you from sinning."
I hand her the ham. She winks, "thanks. He's sticking his drinking straw up his nose, pasted chewing gum on his forehead."
I shrug, "some real wierdos in the world."
She smiles wickedly, "but you know, the world is always perverse. Always, always come up with the unexpected. Now take yourself, with that irrevent attitude, probably grow up to join an ultra religious kibbutz in Israel. Me on the other hand, probably end up a big sinner."
"Why do you suppose that is?"
"How is it we mature? Become real people? By a process of rebellion. Without that, we'd all end up little kids walking around in size adult bodies."
I realize what I must say, if I want to achieve any progress, "I see, well don't tell anyone this, but I'm just a little curious myself. Can you recommend a good author, I mean, Jewish kids' books?"
She seems unsurprised, "I knew you'd ask, sooner or later. Let's go to the school library, once we're done here. Best to start with Judy Blume."
"Thank you, it'd be nice to pick up a couple."
"Hey, what are friends for? Your secret is safe with me. Don't look now, he's balancing his empty pop can on his head."
We rise, dump our garbage, my eyes sliding by him. It takes a lotta self control not to burst out laughing. He's dangling one of his socks from each ear.
I whisper, "see that?"
"Ye-ah," same struggle for control.
As the lunchroom door slides behind us, we can't help it, laugh all the way to the library.
To my surprise there's over a dozen to choose from. Still, best stop at two, now anyhow, or she'll think I'm a fanatic.
After lunch, as teacher drones on about some math nonsense I could do comatose, I have time to ponder.
Yes, things went very well. Anything a bit odd I ask, she'll attribute to neophyte status, as opposed to suspecting I'm an Alien.
I make a mental note, only read half of one this evening. Don't want her thinking I'm going nuts on this.