He sends me an email, ‘Since im back idont find myself here and cant wait to be back there.’ I know what he means.
She uses French butter to make croissants, and pulls a face at the idea of Israeli butter. Less fat, she tells me.
Elli leaned closer, his face serious, and told me something surprising. At least, I was taken by surprise.
She looks behind her, as if to remind everyone of something, and flicks her hair, like a pony flicks its mane.