Dini had never seen her husband startle before. He jumped so fast, his kippah nearly slid off his head
Ayala blinked open her eyes, looked at her bedside clock, and gasped. Eight-thirty? How could that be?
She sat up quickly. How had this happened? The apartment was quiet; had Naftali gotten everyone off to school? Yes, she could picture him hushing the kids, telling them that Ima is very, very tired and needs to sleep.
But… Ima also has to be at work! In 15 minutes!
Jumping out of bed, she stood for a moment in panicked indecision. How quickly could she be out of the house? If she called a cab, how fast would she get there? No, not fast enough, the drive was way too long.
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