The thought of how Chesed Tzirel’s reputation was spreading made her glow with pride— but how much more work could she take on alone?
Ayala walked rapidly into the oncology ward of Hadassah Ein Kerem, glancing at her watch. The meeting with the social worker was scheduled for three o’clock; Ayala had known it would be tight for her to get there on time from work, but she’d assured a beseeching Leora she’d be there. Of course! This is exactly what we’re here for!
The bag with the Schwartzes dinner for that night swayed by her side as she strode; at least this meeting saved her a trip to Sanhedria Murchevet, she thought wryly.
When she reached Reuven Schwartz’s hospital room, she took a moment to catch her breath and then entered. The social worker was already there, conversing with the couple. Ayala winced; she’d wanted to save Leora and her husband the awkwardness of handling that initial introduction on their own, but what could she do? She’d come as fast as was humanly possible.
Leora brightened when she saw Ayala. “Thank you so much for coming. Liat, this is Ayala, my… friend.”
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