Those three women and their perfect stores, perfect lives, and a dance studio, it’s perfect, I can’t believe we didn’t think of it before!
I should get this place in shape if I want to attract a tenant, Talia thought grimly
To Naomi’s horror, Chani was walking toward them, apparently under the delusion that she was helping her little sister make a sale to these difficult customers
A mix of high decibel “Yayyys!” gave Talia her answer, and she was flooded by an unexpected sense of relief. I haven’t lost my touch after all
“We’re hosting a masquerade fundraiser in my café tomorrow evening, can you come? In costume, of course, isn’t that fun?"
If even Hiya-Naomi could tell she was stressed, customers would be able to tell too, and that would hurt her business
She took a deep breath and gave herself a Kate talk: “You can do this, Talia. You’ve done it before, you’ll do it again. Go for it, girl. Chaykie’s gym”
Naomi sighed. This was ridiculous. She’d been married for 16 years. Why was she still worrying about what her sisters-in-law thought about her?
What sort of scale were they working with to think that she and her husband didn’t qualify for something, anything! Middle-class misery
“Oh.” Talia glanced out the window. The tzedakah woman was still there, waiting to prey on other unsuspecting shoppers