Gritting her teeth, she wrote back, Thx for not asking! with a winking emoji. The phone number, please?
Tamar and Yaeli were fighting again. Dini’s nerves were already on edge trying to plan out her conversation with Adele Samson (tonight; Shuki had set her a deadline of tonight) and the bickering in the background wasn’t helping.
“Can you two please stop?” she called out from inside her office/guest room.
Too late, she realized her mistake. Her kids suddenly noticed that she’d slipped out of the afternoon fray to get some quiet work done.
“Mommy!” Five-year-old Yaeli’s head instantly appeared in her doorway. “Tamar took my taba’at! Tell her to give it back!”
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