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as if there was a traffic light there and it had just changed to green.
    “What?” Lirit was surprised at the interest.
    “Yes, what?”
    “That tree bark prevents weeds from growing, and there’s no need to spray anything. We’re going to collect tree bark in a minute.”
    “I understand, enjoy yourselves,” said Mandy, and added, “Darling.”
    Lirit was sure that her mother was encouraging her in her way of life, and she was surprised and happy, but a second later she realized that it was only the preamble to a serious request.
    Mandy told Lirit that this time too she would have to come up north during her hospitalization in order to stand in for her. In other words, as she was well aware, this wasn’t the first time that she had had to stand in for her. Both in her previous home and in this one Mandy had called on her. It couldn’t be helped. It was an emergency. She should see it as a war. She would have to sleep in theluxurious triplex in Tel Baruch North, and not in the ruin where she was living now. To disconnect and activate the alarm system, to keep an eye on the Columbian so she wouldn’t steal her cosmetics, like the one before her and the Filipina before that, who had made long distance calls to all her friends in Manila. To arrange for the Columbian to get the key and return it. And above all: to take herself every day to the family pajama factory in Netanya and manage it to the extent that Lirit was capable of managing anything.
    She asked her first-born to make an effort on her behalf, because this time she really needed this operation. Carmela would help Lirit with whatever she required. “It’s all arranged, my sweet. He’ll manage without you for a few days. Sometimes it’s healthy to take a break,” she hurried to soften the impression.
    “I can’t believe that you’re actually going through with this insane operation,” said Lirit.
    “What’s insane about it?” asked Mandy and passed the turnoff to Tel Baruch North by mistake. “My shoulder blades have become eroded, and I’m having replacements implanted. They’ve already done three thousand of them to date. I’m not prepared to look at my back and see sunken skin where my exquisite shoulder blades once were.”
    At this moment Shlomi came in and lay down on the sofa without doing anything. Lirit’s mother went on talking to her, she said that she had only left her a few little tasks that she could take care of easily, but Lirit’s attention had already been distracted. Negative vibrations were reaching her from the tired man with the slow movements who was lying on the sofa. Altogether, he had been giving off a lot of negative energy recently, and sometimes it seemed to her that he was aiming it straight at her, because she had forgotten to water their organic vegetable garden a few times and things had died. In addition to which, the carrots had failed, the cucumbers had holes in them, and the pumpkin had rotted.
    Lately he hardly spoke to her, as opposed to periods when he even talked too much. And she, who suffered from severe attentiondeficit and hyperactivity disorder (ADHD), was unable to listen to such long speeches of at least an hour against globalization and destruction and the exploitation of Africa and the children in Southeast Asia. The communication between these two suffered from severe limitations, since in addition to Lirit’s ADHD, Shlomi’s verbal skills were poor. He would sometimes begin sentences with the word “what,” and the words that followed were not always in the right order, and he added unnecessary similes, and repeated them several times, and all this verbal inflorescence was supposed to be connected to the initial “what.”
    Lirit said “Good,” and “No problem” to her mother, in order to get the conversation over. And even before she had succeeded in taking in the gist of her mother’s words, before she had started to examine in theory the possible effects of leaving the farm or