Chayala stared at the phone incredulously. The things that mothers could get away with saying, it was really remarkable
“If we were to listen to the soul, not of you or me, but of this time, these months and days, what would we hear?” he asks
She claps her hand in excitement. “Yannai and his men will pray, indeed. But not here. At the very gateway of prayer”
Shira looked at the walls. They were the warm yellows of the early 2000s. Gray was quickly becoming passé, but yellow was definitely not an option
She will need a scribe. Someone who will walk around the factory and not simply assume that he has seen destruction, but will open his eyes and note down the details
He hadn’t changed his order, just added hers in as well. Did that mean he wasn’t really considering her opinions?
