Rusi put her hands on her hips. “I messed things up? This painting business was your idea!”
Chava twirled her fork anxiously as she chewed Devoiry’s grilled cutlet, served on Shabbos china, and waited for the bombshell.![](https://mishpacha.abovedemo.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/dreamC.jpg")
Chava’s husband Shloimy leaned back in his chair and said, “Nu, to what do we owe the zechus of this Shabbos meal on a weeknight?”
Chava was sure she’d heard wrong when Devoiry had invited them over on a Thursday night. But Devoiry had repeated the invitation — she wanted Tatty and Mommy to join her for dinner tonight. That could only mean one thing: She had something to tell them that they weren’t going to like.
Devoiry looked at Avi and said, “We’re so grateful for all the help you’ve been giving us these past few months. It hasn’t been easy launching a new business, and you’ve been incredible, with all the meals and babysitting and everything.”
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