The woman extended her hand. “Vaad Crisis Department, can I see your applica— one minute.” She looked up skeptically. “What on earth is this?”
“Um, excuse me? This is my application?” Her voice rose precariously at the end of the sentence.
“You’re asking me, or you’re telling me?” The secretary didn’t even look up from the keyboard.
“I’m… I guess I’m telling you?” Reva shook her head. “I mean, I’m telling you.”
The secretary exhaled heavily, the sigh of a woman who has just looked at the clock and realized she has two more hours left at work, and also, she forgot to take out the chicken cutlets to defrost, and also, Malki has play practice tonight, and also, the dentist’s secretary already left for the day because apparently everyone else works better hours than she does, and so yet another day has passed in which she forgot to schedule Eliezer’s appointment, and also, Yehuda broke his glasses again, yet here you are, expecting her to worry about your inquiry.
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