“I’m sorry,” I mumbled. I sat down again and stirred my tea. “You think I’m an awful person. Sitting here on an all-expenses-paid vacation, complaining. How greedy, right?”
“I’m worried about his ability to be empathetic,” Raizy says slowly, still reading through the résumé. “To be caring, to anticipate someone else’s needs”
I smiled back, Zevi’s calm tamping down the irritation that had started to bubble up again — and that I’d been trying so carefully to hide. After all, I didn’t want the boy I was ...
As the hours pass, my internal narrator begins to sound a little like Good Night Moon. Goodbye laundry. Goodbye clock. Goodbye daughter wearing one yellow sock
It was her background, he didn’t want to get involved with a girl from a broken home. An only child, whose single mom might need her after her marriage
I’d wanted to spend the evening curled up with a book, losing myself in an alternative reality. But Aaron’s vort forced me to get dressed, get out, and face the world.
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