Ayala cut in shrewdly, “And you preferred presenting it to me as a fait accompli rather than asking—”
Levi was sitting on the floor, colliding two trucks into each other. With her nerves already taut to the breaking point, each crash made Ayala’s head vibrate. She half stood to take the trucks away from him, then sat down again. It wasn’t his fault she felt like she was hovering on a precipice and one wrong word from Dini might just make her fall over.
She turned to Dini, sitting expectantly on the couch. “Let me get you a drink,” she said, heading into the kitchen. “Would you like… uh…” She opened the fridge and did a quick scan. “Water?”
Dini laughed. “Perfect.”
Ayala grabbed a bottle, plastic cups, and a bag of breadsticks that she found in the snack cabinet. She still hadn’t done a restocking grocery shop since she’d returned from the US. She’d have to ask Bracha about resuming their weekly date.
Feeling slightly nervous, she set the food and drink down on the coffee table and sat down opposite Dini. “So tell me what’s been going on while I’ve been away. It sounds like you’ve been very busy with this fundraiser.”
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