S uri glared at herself in the mirror as she gave a tug at her sheitel which had somehow gone on lopsided. She had only 15 minutes until the senior social group began and the women got nervous when she came late.
She’d been so tempted to cancel this month’s meeting with all that was going on but she knew how much it meant to the women and with Pesach coming up it would be a while until they met again.
As she got ready her ever-present worries replayed themselves once again in her head. Ever since leaving Aviva’s house Suri had felt vaguely disappointed in herself. Here Aviva had gotten all excited about this new legal angle and had been ready and willing to use all her creative energies in pursuing it while all Suri could do — she whose neck was actually on the line — was to give half-hearted assents or protests to some of Aviva’s wackier ideas. What was wrong with her?
During the short drive to the shul social hall she asked herself why she had consulted Aviva in the first place. Had she really wanted ideas for playing amateur detective? If so why had she found Aviva’s enthusiasm so off-putting?
