She dialed again. She sent him a text. Are you coming? We’re stuck here in the tea room, I need your help
This was the grand Corvara tour, with two chefs, a pastry chef, and a food blogger, but so far, there was no real food to feed the kids.
The tea room was bustling with people and noise as Pessie shuffled around. Cartons were piled everywhere, hora music blasted from someone’s Bluetooth speaker. Tour staff boys who looked no older than 16 were ripping open boxes, swiftly unloading paper goods, food, drinks.
Her girls stared in wonder at the feverish activity. Motti yanked at his stroller straps, trying to break free.
Pessie walked over to the fridge and picked out some yogurts. Then she hunted through a carton of bananas until she found a ripe bunch.
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