Dini leaned forward. “But we can discuss our office another time; we have something more pressing for today”
“WE need an office,” Dini commented as she sat down on Ayala’s couch for their weekly meeting.
Ayala, still holding the pile of laundry she’d hastily removed, flinched. “Sorry I didn’t have a chance to straighten up; I was on the phone all morning with that mother of the boy with meningitis. Baruch Hashem, the antibiotics seem to be working now.”
“Glad to hear,” Dini said. “But I wasn’t complaining about your laundry; I’m just saying it would make a big difference to have a real office where we could do our administrative work. It would feel so much more professional, no?”
Ayala stopped herself from rolling her eyes. “And I suppose we should hire a receptionist as well?”
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