Yehuda sat down slowly, his jaw tense. “This girl doesn’t have her own room to sleep in? Why is she coming here at two in the morning?”
Tammy sat at the kitchen table staring at her empty mug, trying to muster up the energy to go make herself a coffee. She heard Shimmy starting to whimper from his crib.
The front door opened. Yehuda was home from shul.
“Tammy?” He walked toward her. “Are you okay?”
She made an effort to open her burning eyes. “Yeah. Just tired.”
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