“I’m back! What can I say? I missed you guys too much!” Dini grinned at the wild applause
Penina’s garden was crowded when Ayala walked in for the CT Volunteers meeting, which she supposed was a good thing, considering she’d had nightmares of no one showing up.
This entire business of planning the meeting had taken up much more time than she’d bargained for, which didn’t augur well for the next two weeks, as Naftali had pointed out when he’d found her sitting up at two a.m. working furiously on her speech.
“If you work with your patients during the day and do campaign stuff at night, when, exactly, do you plan on sleeping?” he’d yawned.
Simply settling on a meeting place had been a headache in itself. The CT Volunteer headquarters, apparently, was in Dini’s spacious apartment. Even if they were willing to drive out to Ramat Beit Shemesh, fitting 25 women in her living room would be a tight squeeze. And, face it, none of them were willing.
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