"I know you’re the best teacher in the country. I’m just wondering what makes this lady think you’re qualified if she barely knows you”
Chava knew it was time to stop pushing off calling Tammy. But just as she picked up her phone, it rang.
Saved by the bell. She looked down at the screen and her eyes widened. Tirtza Strauss. Devoiry’s old boss, the school principal she’d met at the lecture a few weeks ago? Why was she calling her?
“Shalom, Chava. I hope I’m not interrupting anything, but I have an idea for you.”
“For me?” Chava asked, astonished.
She was even more astonished several minutes later, after she’d heard the outline of Tirtza’s idea.
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