“What does it matter who said it? I heard things from people, and I’m telling you, we must get Chaya engaged— fast”
Nechami’s phone rings as soon as she finishes her conversation with Chaya. It’s Gedalya. He wants her to come over to the newspaper office; he has something important to discuss
with her. He apologizes for not coming to her, but today he has to be in the office from morning to night, until this week’s magazine is ready for the printer. That’s a requirement of his job.
Nechami has no work contract and no boss. It’s the blessing and curse of the freelance life: She’s free to go, but she’ll have to put in two extra hours of work in the evening to finish the simulation. She promised the menahel at Yeshivas Beis Eliav that she’d have it ready by tomorrow.
Nevertheless, she finds herself getting up, boarding a bus, and going to Gedalya’s office. She doesn’t know how to say no to her older brother. She has trouble saying no to anyone.
The office is bustling today. She passes through the marketing department, where a few women stand in a cluster, chatting without moderating their voices.
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