She heard Naftali’s voice in her head, from last night: Are you sure this is such a wise decision? And Bracha’s snort: Just what you need, another full-time job
Dini’s eyes widened when she walked in from shopping to find Shuki sprawled on the couch.
“Um, isn’t the cab coming in, like, an hour?”
He lifted his arm above his head to look at his watch.
“Hour and twenty minutes.”
She glanced around the empty living room. “Are you — packed?”
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