Are you worried that donors will find out and think this was tzedakah money being used?
Ayala stretched her hand over the back of the wooden bench and smiled as the afternoon sun hit her face. Somehow, things always seemed more humorous when retelling them to a good friend on the park bench.
“A meat platter and steak and lamb kebabs.” Bracha whistled. “Hey, can I get Chesed Tzirel meals, too?”
Ayala snorted. “Ridiculous, right? It’s so—” She waved her hand in the air. “What’s the word I’m looking for?”
“Dini.” Bracha smirked.
Ayala let out a loud breath. “Yes! Like, does she have to shout, ‘Hello, I’m rich,’ wherever she goes?”
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