“Das, we’re here, we’re with you, and we’re going to get you the help you need”
Libby raised her chin and counted to ten as slowly as she could. Menashe was driving like a maniac, and while she was absolutely panicked about Dassi, if he crashed his Bentley while she was in it, Libby would kill him.
Menashe had blinked rapidly, trying to comprehend, while Akiva explained he and Libby couldn’t both leave the kids at the same time, as they no longer had live-in help.
Libby had just rushed to the car, leaving both men to follow her lead: Menashe had hurried after her, and Akiva had run back inside to make sure none of the kids had woken up.
Now, she clasped her hands together, murmured a quick perek of Tehillim. Her head snapped back as Menashe jolted to a stop. She was signing him up for driving lessons when all of this was sorted out.
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