It’s a look that makes her quail inside, though she’s used to it, though she’s stood her own before and will do it again.
“T
he problem with Felix—”
Anna pushes the cellphone closer to her ear and stifles a sigh.
“Is that he’s postmodernist, a cynic, a Jew, and probably an atheist. And all that is compounded by the fact that he’s old and lonely.”
“Noach.” Her voice is sharp. “I called to ask if you can bring us back from the hospital. I did not call for an analysis of my brother’s faults. If you can’t, I’ll get a cab. I was just asking, that’s all.”
“A cab? From Shaare Zedek to Beit Shemesh? But that will cost 160, 180 shekels.”
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