Even if he paid her rent, even if he didn’t pay Leah’s: Was it a crime to spend $12 on lunch once in a while?
Two hours, six phone calls, and a whole bunch of muttered
Shir Hamaalos later, Kornig’s rate was locked in.
Absently, Raizy stuck her hand into the bag of pretzels on her desk, but all she felt were salty crumbs. Hmm. She was exultant about Kornig — and absolutely starving.
What was it they used to call those half-hour pauses at Union Funding, from one to one thirty? Oh right, lunch breaks.
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