They see how you’ve managed to grow in Toireh by your shver, the Mirrers told me. That’s the kind of house they want to put their son in
“So this surgery is really going to happen, huh?” Dudi said as we waited at a roundabout. Leah’s house. A big truck ahead of us was trying to make a right turn and getting stuck.
“Yes,” I said. “Surgery is a scary word, isn’t it?” I knew Dudi would understand. Even though we hadn’t spoken in a long time. Only on the phone, when he was looking for a babysitter.
“Very scary.” Dudi drummed on the steering wheel. “You’re right, this surgery is a big problem.”
“Why?” Now I was really worried.
“Because what are we going to joke about? Once you have this surgery done, a big piece of our repertoire will be knocked out.”
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