“Wouldn’t it be great if she finally left home and could stand on her own two feet?” Yaacov asked quietly.

“Yes.”

“She would finally get over that horrid marriage,” her father said.

Part of Tally’s current situation was on her, her father was reminding her. She would have never tied the knot so quickly had Tamar hadn’t strongly endorsed it.

“You’ve been in survivalist mode for too long, Tamari. If Tally is financially independent, and Einat...she is a hard worker, she will do well. You can stop providing.”

“I’m sorry about what I said last Friday.”

She was sorry that Eyal heard it, truly sorry. But she wasn’t that wrong about it.

“But you were right. I leaned on you, Tally leaned on you, Einat never registered for school before making sure you could help her. It’s not normal.”

Tamar looked up at her father’s kind, guilty eyes. At Tally’s glowing face. Einat was clapping and shouting jokes at Tally, and Giddy joined the conversation, barking.

Tally deserved a break. And Eyal would love this large space with the yard, which they would transform with plants and carpets of grass. Giddy would enjoy coming to play here. This was her family, and they needed her. She wasn’t just talking grand when she told Gideon that her family gave her life purpose. She meant it. After becoming chief, she would sign the collateral with her father, and take a large loan, and become the proud owner of a fashion designing company.

“You’re family, Abba. I’m happy to do it.”

“Now you just have to get that job,” her father said.










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(47 days to end of year finish line, 21 days to new position)

30. Tamar

She waited with Giddy, right at the intersection of Ha’avoda and Melchett, for Gideon Sela—their ride to Eilat. N had called her last night and said that she had gotten multiple requests for Tamar to not be on the bus.

“I’ve already arranged it with Gideon,” her boss informed her.

He hadn’t shown up this weekend, in the dogs’ park or on his morning runs. She’d told herself not to expect him, but it didn’t do any good. She did. But texting him would have made her seem needy. She tried using her sex toys, but her head wasn’t in it. She wanted the real deal.

With nothing better to do, she’d spent her weekend going over Yelena’s excels, giving attention to Berdiplast. But regarding Gideon’s company, there was nothing fishy about Danny’s desk’s trades, it all seemed kosher.