Step 18
“Come with me, Timur,” directed Enosh, walking back into the kitchen area, “I want to show you some things about what I want you to do.”
“May I come to,” asked Nuria brightly.
“No, stay here. Avishag might need you,” replied Enosh, a bit brusquely. He turned so quickly that he did not see her crestfallen face and slumped shoulders. Timur smiled at her, patted her on the shoulder, and jogged out of the room keeping up with Enosh.
Nuria looked around the room, picked up a small handful of almonds, sat down on a small stool, and munched on them one at a time. She sat there quietly, feeling nervous and a bit scared, wondering what kind of household she’d been sold into. She sat there pondering until Avishag came into the room. The two of them stared at one another for a few moments until Avishag shrugged and went over and started examining some of the spices hanging to dry. Nuria watched for a few minutes and then got up and stood behind her, watching quietly. Eventually, Avishag turned around and jumped when she found Nuria standing so closely.
“Little girl, don’t stand so close,” she barked, “Just go over there and sit still!”
“I’m sorry ma’am,” she replied quietly, “I just like the smell of the basil and other spices.”
Avishag sighed, leaning on the counter. Why had Enosh done this thing without talking to her? That was so like him now. She missed their discussions, deciding their future together. Now, Enosh was so self-absorbed that he just made decisions like that without even talking to her, just assuming that she wanted what he brought home. She sighed again, turned, and sat down on the stool at the table.
“Little girl,” she motioned, “Come here and bring the stool with you.”
Nuria brought the stool over and sat down.
“Yes ma’am,” she said expectantly.
“Let’s start over. My name is Avishag. You may call me…Avi.”
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