Dini did not voice the words that were screaming inside. Why not me? Why wasn’t I good enough for this position?
Dini stood on the sidewalk outside Ayala’s building, her head swiveling back and forth between Ayala and Bracha as she tried to process what was going on.
The cheery expression on Bracha’s face as she’d declared her decision to join Chesed Tzirel had dissolved into extreme discomfort — as awkward as the silence building between the three women.
Dini cleared her throat. “Since it seems I’m the only one out of the loop here,” she said, “care to enlighten me?”
Bracha looked at Ayala. “Go ahead. Since I’ve clearly — uh — made a mess of things?” She raised an eyebrow at Ayala, whose cheeks were brick red.
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