A viva waited until Rikki and her mother were safely out of the therapy room then picked up the rag doll Rikki had just been playing with and hurled it clear across the room. It slammed into the wall opposite her with a dull thud and fell down on the floor.
She let out her breath. It wasn’t really about Rikki and the fact that she had been acting with all the brattiness a four-year-old is capable of. Goodness knows she’d encountered enough of that in her professional career. No it was that Rikki had to go and choose this morning to plant herself on the floor with the doll and refuse to cooperate in any activity right after Aviva’s stormy scene at home with Chavi over her unilateral decision to drop out of honors math. It was laziness pure laziness. To make matters worse Zevi had supported Chavi on this — but that was no surprise.
All this was on the heels of several very frosty days between her and Zevi — the worst she could remember in all their years of marriage. She didn’t even understand what she’d done wrong. She’d been so proud of herself for jumping to take all the blame on herself to save face for her husband. How could he not appreciate that?
She picked up the rag doll. When was the last time she’d thrown something like that? She ran a hand through her sheitel. Coffee. She needed coffee badly.