Chaim sat down looking at Rivky’s back.
“What?” she said without turning around.
“Nothing” he said.
“You’re looking at me like you recognize me from a picture hanging in the post office. Just say it already. What?”
“I didn’t say anything. Rivky. If I had something to say I would have said it.”
This was a familiar argument. “No not really” she said turning around “because you’re keeping it inside all proud of yourself. But if you’re staring at me that way then whatever is on your mind is about to burst. You might as well let it out.”
