“I even feel like returning this dress to the store. It cost seven hundred shekels. That’s how much less I’ll have for an apartment"
The first apartment is on the fourth floor.
While they climb up, they talk about how tired Ima felt after this morning’s shopping spree (“Don’t let her overdo it!” Nechami says) and what shade of white Chaya’s gown should be (“Pure snow-white, and I don’t care what everybody else does”).
A young English-speaking woman opens the door, and they’re surprised to find themselves in a miniature apartment.
“Maybe this is just the rental unit they added on,” Chaya murmurs. But no — it seems that this tiny space is what was advertised as a two-and-a-half-room apartment in Mekor Baruch.
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