The seminary had dozens of staff members; why, then, did Chava somehow know exactly which name Devoiry was going to say?

Chava had already exchanged her sheitel for her snood and was just settling down at the dining room table with a cup of herbal tea and Ramban al HaTorah when she heard the doorbell ring.
She wasn’t expecting anyone.
Probably tzedakah, she thought, grabbing a few coins from a cup on the bookshelf.
“Hi, Mommy!” Devoiry was standing in the doorway, holding the hands of her two children. “Look who I brought over!”
Chava blinked, looked at the coins in her hand, and laughed. “I thought you were a collector. Come in. What a nice surprise!”
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