She was still taken aback by the pettiness of Dini’s reaction earlier today
Ayala flipped through the Newcomer’s Guide, searching for familiar names; even someone as socially reclusive as she ought to know some people in Yerushalayim. After all, she’d lived there for three whole years. She squinted at Laufer, Moishe and Rina; hadn’t there been a Laufer from Ramat Eshkol in the twins’ daycare?
Ayala bit her lip. Even if it was the same person, how bizarre would it be to call her out of the blue after 11 years and ask her if she’d like to make a meal on behalf of Chesed Tzirel?
Way too bizarre. And, come to think of it, the name might have been Levenstein.
She threw down the phonebook. This was ridiculous. How was she supposed to arrange meals for a family that lived all the way in Sanhedria Murchevet?
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