The first incident was in the kitchen on the tiles. Clarissa’s face said it all. She was sweet, but sick kids were not in her job description

“I don’t know if people think we’re parenting experts—“ Alex Fleksher

“We are not.” - Rivki Silver, DMC, season 2 episode 16

The bagel place was nice. Part of a cute strip mall, wire baskets brimming with bagels, ample menu options. Eva hadn’t realized Baltimore could be that nice. She looked out the window. Miriam’s Baltimore connection, Devorah Shira, was supposed to pick her up and show her around.

A silver Sentra pulled into the lot — that must be her. Eva exited the store. She had spoken to the woman on the phone, told her what she wanted to see in Baltimore, but she wasn’t quite prepared, or maybe she hadn’t imagined what Devorah Shira looked like.

Flamboyant was probably the best word: short, sharp wig, dark eyes, bold lips, fuchsia dress and white booties — in the summer.

“Eva!” she called as she waved.

Eva responded with a demure wave, more a flash of the wrist. Ironic, Eva thought, that she was now the “normal” one; she knew people often viewed her as eccentric.

“So excited you’re here, I can’t wait to show you around!” Devorah Shira’s enthusiasm made Eva smile. “And you brought bagels. I already like you.”

Eva had wondered how Miriam had struck up a conversation with a stranger at a wedding. Miriam could be snobby like that, but now it all made sense.