“Like why is this second-rate living? It’s three beautiful bedrooms, a great living room, a stunning porch…"
Ronit runs black nails through her hair. “Mah zeh? You’re moving?” She looks down at the papers hanging limply from Chavi’s hand.
“No.” Chavi’s smile is polite. “Just renewing my contract.”
Ronit’s sharp eyes grow round. “Ima’le! $750 for your apartment? Crazy!”
Chavi shrugs. “I know, it’s expensive, but I want to be in Yerushalayim.”
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