Bracha rubbed a hand over her eyes. “Pretending that everything is normal is the only thing that keeps me sane”
Dini watched Bracha’s back as she retreated to the bathroom to wash her face. She crumpled her empty cup of water. What should she say when Bracha came out? Assure her that she’s here to listen? Offer to leave?
Her laptop screen was still open to the campaign logos. Mindlessly, she scrolled up and down the page. Maybe Bracha would prefer she quietly slip out now? No, that would make it even more uncomfortable the next time they met.
Dini opened her email. A new one from Ayala. Subject: About the meeting…. Dini frowned. Those ellipses didn’t look too good. But she couldn’t focus on that now.
Behind her, Bracha cleared her throat. Dini glanced up.
This one’s in print. Some of our best stories live in the magazine — subscribe to get Mishpacha every week.
