S uri knocked cautiously on the hospital door before walking inside. In her hand she clutched a small potted plant. Somehow she wasn’t sure why it had seemed more appropriate than bright airy balloons.
“Aviva?” She felt almost as nervous as she had that day she’d stood in Aviva’s living room and broke the news that Goldfeder was suing.
She’s no stranger to children with disorders Suri tried to tell herself. She works with them every day. Still when it’s your own.… And for the first time Suri felt regret for the jealousy she’d been harboring just below the surface a low-level undercurrent that had run through all her interactions with Aviva ever since she’d found out about the pregnancy.
“Suri! So sweet of you to visit! Come look at my gorgeous little tzaddik’l!”
