“But what stories will we tell them? I don’t have any dramatic problems to talk about. Neither do you”
I wanted to meet Batya again today, but she was watching Avital, and it was pouring outside.
I called her at Dudi’s house.
“I could come over to you with Avital,” she offered. “Her stroller has a good rain cover, and I’m sure you have toys for kids her age in your house.”
We do have toys for kids her age, and a little girl her age, too — Chumi, who’d be happy to have a playmate. But I wasn’t sure Abba and Ima would be so happy about it.
I sidled into the kitchen, innocent as a kitten, and in my sweetest voice I said, “Ima?”
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