Now, with a glance around her, Malky lowered her voice and continued. “I get the mashal, Kivi, but I have no idea what you’re trying to say”
“You know how you make fun of me about not checking before I pull out of a parking spot?” Kivi asked.
Malky picked at her eggs, spinning them around her fork but not eating. She’d asked for a cheese omelet and they’d left the cheese out and Kivi wanted to go back and complain, but she said no way, it was fine. But l’maaseh, Kivi thought, she wasn’t eating, so what was the point of being classy?
She half smiled, not sure where he was headed. “I just think it’s not safe,” she said. “You don’t check the mirror and suddenly, boom, you’re in traffic.”
“Right,” he nodded, “exactly. So I appreciate what you tried doing for me, with the house and Aryeh, but it doesn’t make sense — basically, it’s like pulling into moving traffic without checking the mirror. Let’s move with the flow of traffic, you know?”
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