"I’m not sure if ZeeZee would be interested. I mean, her family’s seriously rich; it’s not as if she needs to earn her pocket money”
Anew week, a new start, Tammy thought, as she mixed spices into the chopped meat. Sunday dinners were usually leftovers, but Tammy had decided to make Yehuda’s favorite meatloaf recipe instead as a conciliatory offering.
She still wasn’t quite sure why things had deteriorated so badly last week, but she knew that she couldn’t let the atmosphere in their home remain so strained. It’s up to the woman, she repeated to herself, something she’d heard in all the shalom bayis classes she’d ever taken.
Her phone rang, and hands full of raw meat, Tammy pressed the Talk button with her elbow.
“Rikki! Three times in one week! You’re gonna spoil me here.”
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