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“Ayala kept saying, ‘Really, don’t waste your time, this is not up for discussion.’” She looked at Shuki. “I mean, did you ever?”

Shuki looked down at his waffle. “It’s fine,” he mumbled. “It’s a job. I’ve gotta do something, right?”

But stay? Forever? Eating endless potatoes and talking to the old fogeys who wanted to marry her off to just about anyone?

“Chesed Tzirel is not and never has been about your ego, and anyone who thinks it is doesn’t know you”

“Abe, you couldn’t sleep. That’s not like you. Is it about the war?”

How can I sit at the dining room table, knowing that next week Mutty’s chair will be empty?