Y ael sat at her kitchen table alone. In front of her was her phone and a bag of potato chips. Every half a minute she picked up her phone hesitated and put it back down. Then she took another handful of potato chips.
Inside the voices resumed their argument.
How could you?
How could you not?
You’re a horrible person!
You’re brilliant!
You’re stuck but good.
Can’t argue with that one buddy.
She’d been rehashing the same inner dialogue for the past half hour. The chips bag was almost empty.
Stuck but good. That Yael knew was the beginning and end of it. They were trapped she and Ephraim trapped in an untenable situation that she had placed them in and her husband saw no way out of. And though he hadn’t said it outright she knew he was deeply disappointed in her. It was that more than any worry about her in-laws which was driving her to carry out her plan. Her inspired stroke of genius. Her perfect way out. All it would take was one phone call.
So what if it was a low-down nasty thing to do? Hadn’t Aviva and Suri been nasty toward her?
