D ini paced Suri’s living room frantically. Suri kept a close eye on her. The minutes dragged on and Suri began to wonder if the Goldfeders had decided not to come after all. It had been a short and terse phone call: “Mrs. Goldfeder? Suri Taub speaking. Dini just showed up on my doorstep. She’s not in a good state. I think you should come over right now and take her to the emergency room.”
Nechi had barely spoken. She’d gasped cried out and asked for Suri’s address. Then she’d hung up. Twenty long minutes later and Suri began to wonder. She tried to picture what must be taking place in the Goldfeder home. How Nechi would have surely told her husband about the alarming phone call and how Mr. Goldfeder would have angrily dismissed the whole thing as a hoax designed to get them to drop the lawsuit. How Nechi would have wavered wondering if she dared risk ignoring the call but ultimately her husband’s forcefulness would be too much for her…
A timid knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Suri quickly opened it to find Nechi standing there dressed impeccably as usual —even at midnight — but with a caught-in-the-headlights expression.
“She’s here?” Nechi asked. Suri noticed that she was avoiding her eyes.
