“Maybe she’s starving and I’m neglecting her! Maybe I’m, like, an abusive mother! How do I know?”
Adina Laufenstein worked quickly. It took less than a week for Marissa to get her first call. Luckily, it was a quiet afternoon at home, with Yaakov working in his little study with his headphones on and the door closed, so he couldn’t overhear. At some point, she’d have to tell him about this project, but she needed to find the right moment.
“Hi? Is this the baby nurse from the Giving Circle?”
The Giving Circle? What was that? Oh, wait, it must be Adina’s new support group. Nice name.
“Hi,” Marissa said, trying to inject warmth and reassurance into her voice. “You got it, I’m a nurse who works with babies. How can I help you?”
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