Her husband’s chest expanded as he filled it with air then deflated when he released it. “It’s your call, Leah. She’s your daughter”
“Hi, Miri,” Mrs. Weiss said into the phone.
“Ma, is everything okay?”
Mrs. Weiss looked at her husband. “Yes, of course.”
“Oh, baruch Hashem, you scared me.”
“Sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean to.” Mrs. Weiss waited just a second, then spoke. “Miri?”
“Yep?” Miri’s voice was cheerful.
“I, um…” She glanced at her husband again. “I just wanted to wish you a good night.”
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