"I told them the computer is in a locked room, and she’d have no access to any devices. But Gedalya wouldn’t let her come. He’s too much of a tzaddik”
“Baruch haba,” Nechami says, welcoming Dudi into her office.
Her brother, tall and strong, sits down on a plastic chair and winces. “You could use some nice low armchairs here,” he remarks.
“And a lot of other things too,” she agrees, showing him the list she’s made. “Little by little, the bird builds her nest. Every month I put some money aside for furnishing and decorating this place. This week we painted the walls.”
He stands up and scrutinizes the birds, running a finger over the metallic paint, feeling its texture. He’s impressed. He sits down again, with a heavy sigh.
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