Tammy coughed awkwardly as she stepped further inside. “I’m— um— here to check out this place. For a friend”
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You’re allowed to be here, Tammy reminded herself. So why did she feel like a thief sneaking into someone’s home as she made her way along the flower-lined path to the Yad b’Yad center?
Rikki hadn’t gotten back to her, so she’d spoken to the director, who’d invited her to come. Rikki was just the social worker. Tammy didn’t need her permission.
Still, as Tammy walked inside and headed toward the door that looked like the office, she couldn’t help looking both ways, hoping Rikki wouldn’t appear.
“Welcome!” Lisa Glick, the director, greeted her warmly. Tammy had told her a story about wanting to check out the place for a friend. Now, as the director invited her to sit down and hear about the center, she fervently hoped she wouldn’t ask too many questions.
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