Dini smiled to herself as she hung up the phone. Wonder of wonders! Ayala had come to realize the value of fundraising after all!
“Absolutely no Chesed Tzirel talk,” Dini said, as she placed the box of chocolate pralines on the coffee table and sat down on the couch next to Ayala.
Chaviva had cleared out of the living room long ago, utterly mortified by the sight of her mother dancing with her friend like a giggly teenager.
Ayala smiled. “Okay. So then, I came over because, uh, I was in the mood for some really good chocolate.” She took a praline from the box.
Dini laughed. “You got here just in time. I almost devoured the entire thing before you came.”
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