Chapter 7“We shall see about this one.” Nili, turning over the schnitzels on the stove, erupted into laughter. “That’s an editor from hell you’ve got there, Ruti.” She turned, fanning her face. “Did you really do that job on the painter lady?”
Ruth got up from the table. “I made it up.”
“You were bluffing, or?”
“Of course I bluffed. And not for the first time. Got to fake it till you make it, as they say.” Ruth felt another cinch of the knot in her gut. She’d done more than her fair share of bluffing yesterday. She opened the fridge and pulled out the bottle of Yarden, pouring herself half a glass. “I’m a fool for accepting the job.”
Nili removed the seeds from a lemon and squeezed the juice over the pan of breaded chicken breasts. “Yep,” she said. “Big fool, nachon, or?”
“But I need
