Now it was up to her — and Ayala — to channel their interest and transform them into loyal and motivated Chesed Tzirel ambassadors
Ayala heard the “Come in!” from the other side of the door and entered Bracha’s apartment.
Bracha was sprawled on the couch, Leebie crawling on top of her and Avi bouncing on her legs. She lifted her head and nodded at Ayala.
“Here for my Daily Dose of Persuasion?” she grinned.
“No idea what you’re talking about,” Ayala said with feigned innocence. “Tomorrow’s Dini’s big volunteer event, and I need someone to practice my speech on.”
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