Whew. He and Tziporah were lucky that they’d found this rental back when the prices were normal
Benny dashed up all three flights of steps and opened the door, panting.
“Hi, Tzip, you’re almost ready?” he asked.
Tziporah’s voice came from the spare bedroom-turned-office. “Almost.”
Benny downed a cup of water, then another. It was hot outside. Spring had been nice during the few short weeks it actually existed, but summer was rapidly overtaking the country. And this being the Middle East, you had to make your peace with the heat, because it wasn’t going to make any unilateral concessions to pampered Americans.
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