“G ood morning” Faigy said as she fastened her seat belt.
“A fine morning to you and mazel tov. How’s the writing going?” The little car sped up King George Street and straight ahead onto Keren Hayesod.
“It’s going great” she said a note of pride in her voice. “I managed to track down a few wives of ambassadors for a group interview. Big names big postings juicy stories — my editor promised me it’s going to be a cover story!”
“Unless a terror attack grabs the cover spot.”
