“You know, most husbands would show their wives just the teensiest bit of sympathy when they’ve had a hard day”
Dini had never seen Shuki laugh so much. She glared as she watched him doubled over on the couch. From across the room, Chaviva, who was doing her homework at the dining room table, turned around and stared.
“I’m glad you find this so amusing,” Dini said. “I was actually totally humiliated.”
“Sorry, Din,” he gasped. “But, you gotta admit… I mean, of all the hospital volunteers you could’ve chosen, you choose the one who faints at the sight of blood!” He wiped his eyes. “If that’s not funny, I don’t know what is.”
Dini pursed her lips to keep them from twitching. It was humorous the way Shuki described it, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her smile.
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