Ayala stiffened. “No. I’m not scared. But I’m also not a fan of throwing money at something unnecessarily”
Dini felt like skipping as she walked out of the elevator in Temima’s posh office building. The release of built-up tension combined with the adrenaline of having real, exciting action-steps to take, made her feel giddy. Finally, after all these stressful weeks, she and Ayala had taken a giant step forward together!
Of course, the absolute highlight of the meeting had been when she’d put forward Shuki’s proposal of forming a Chesed Tzirel club among young American kollel wives. Temima had been so enthusiastic she’d literally jumped out of her seat.
“What a brilliant idea!” she’d said. “If you can pull it off. Do you think you can actually create a model of chic volunteerism?”
Chic volunteerism. It sounded so fresh and cutting edge. Dini had lifted her chin confidently. “Yup, I think I can.”
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