Was this the way it was going to be, Aryeh calling three times a day to “check in” and then report back to Tatty?
This way, she thought, it wasn’t like she was going behind Kivi’s back. This wasn’t a business decision, and she wasn’t coming to cry to her brother for help
Reb Dovid hadn’t said much, but he listened in a way that allowed Kivi to answer his own question and know what he wanted
Did they have a private meeting, he wondered, to discuss who should answer and how? Wait, did they have a private chat all the time, without him?
Kivi sat quietly. His in-laws had been the ones who’d wanted this dinner, here he was, let them worry about the program and the awkward conversation
“Listen, Kivi, it’s like this. I was schmoozing with Daniel while you were gone, and he was saying some pretty scary stuff”
