Was this as wow as she thought? She’d viewed the video so many times already, she was no longer objective

Ayala hung up with Zev, her heart pounding with fury.

“She was really impressed with what a big splash you guys are making.”

Ayala rocked back and forth outside the entrance to her building, then abruptly swung around and turned toward Bracha’s building instead.

It was time she heard what exactly was going on.

Bracha’s hands — and snood — were covered in flour, but she grinned when she saw Ayala and waved her inside. Ayala followed her into the kitchen, where a large mound of dough sat on the counter.

“Challah on a Tuesday?” she asked, eyebrow raised. “Are you feeling okay?”

“You’re hilarious. I’m actually making rolls for lunch.”

Ayala took a step back. “Hon, you put the rest of us to shame.”

Bracha smiled, but an odd expression flitted over her face. “Dovid likes these rolls,” she said, turning away.

“Ah, the good wife,” Ayala teased.

Resuming her kneading, Bracha didn’t respond. Instead, she bent over her dough and asked, “So what brings you here?”

Ayala grabbed one of the kitchen stools and pulled it closer to Bracha. “I’ve been hearing some funny rumors, and I want to know if they’re true.”