“A broken leg is not exactly life threatening. It sounds like they have everything under control. Why do they need to bother you?”
Tammy tilted her head back and took in a lungful of fresh air. There was something about walking through the streets on a balmy Jerusalem evening that made her giddy.
She glanced sideways at Yehuda. He was humming softly to himself. That was a good sign; she’d suggested this after-dinner walk to try to relax the tension she’d been feeling between them recently.
“Isn’t it incredible that we actually live in Yerushalayim?” she exclaimed.
Yehuda laughed. “Took you eight years to figure that out?”
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