Aviva’s daughter resents being asked to babysit again. The women run an event introducing their clinic to the community, which draws a huge crowd — but Yael flubs her speech, infuriating Aviva.

"Big Bounce Therapy Center, how can I help you?” 

Suri cradled the phone on her shoulder as she held her fingers poised over the keyboard. “Speech therapy for your son,” she repeated as she typed Moishe Ginzberg, five years old. “We’ll need a copy of his evaluation faxed to us, and we’ll give you a call when a slot opens up.” 

Aviva walked into the office, and Suri winked at her. “Something should be available within the next few weeks.” 

Aviva smirked. It had taken them ten long months of desperately seeking clients to reach the point where they could boast a waiting list. 

Suri hung up the phone as Aviva riffled through the cabinet of client files. “Have you seen Mayerfeld’s file?” she asked. “I know I put it back here last week.” 

Suri got up and walked over to the cabinet. She reached out to the OT shelf and pulled out the file. “Yael is also working with Mayerfeld,” she said. 

Aviva blew her a kiss. “What would we do without you?” she asked as she hurriedly scanned her notes from last session. 

Suri sat back down and glanced at the computer screen. “Aviva, when do you think you’ll have another opening?” 

Aviva shrugged. “Don’t know. No time soon. My kids are complaining about how much I’m out of the house.” She said it nonchalantly, but Suri caught a dark flash in her eyes. “What about you? I must be seeing twice the number of kids you are.” 

Suri clicked the hole puncher open and shut, willing herself to respond calmly. 

Aviva was still perusing her file. “Things extra busy at home?” she asked. 

Suri looked up sharply. Was that sarcastic? No, it couldn’t be. Even outspoken Aviva wouldn’t be so cruel as to intentionally imply a comparison between her own large, hectic family and Suri’s small one.