“What’s wrong is that I told her to cancel her enrollment at the university without telling her parents”
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Chava looked across the table, wondering what she could say to Tammy to put her at ease.
“I’m here for you,” she said, leaning forward. “Please feel free to ask me whatever you want. It’s an amazing opportunity for professional development. I wish I’d had a mentoring program when I was starting out.”
Tammy made a face. “You didn’t need one.”
It had been Rabbi Freund’s idea for the two of them to meet for the first time in Chava’s new position as supervisor — or mentor, as she preferred to call it to Tammy — at a café. The atmosphere would be more relaxed outside of the workplace, he’d said, and Chava had agreed. Not that Tammy was looking very relaxed.
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