“I see what Ta doesn’t, that there are a lot of very unhappy staff members right now, and he’s going to have a serious problem on his hands if something doesn’t get done soon.”
Dini paced the living room, muttering to herself.
“Names. I need names. Ma? Ta?” She made a face. “Adele Samson?” She paused, considering, then shook her head. “Too pushy, she’s already giving a lot.” She resumed her pacing, feeling the anxiety in her stomach rise to her throat.
She’d promised Bracha she would get her salary at the beginning of the month. And that was tomorrow.
She sighed. She could, of course, simply draw the money from her father’s bank account, the way she did for all her CT volunteer events. Ta never asked her for an accounting. And it was only an interim measure, until she started raising serious funds.
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