someone in the U.S., some special fund. I don’t know any of the details, but something was—they never would have given him a project like this from the Drama Department budget. And still he used up the entire annual budget because he wasn’t prepared to compromise on anything. He was just lucky that it was Zadik who made the decisions. If it had been Hefetz—” she said, falling silent again and casting a worried glance toward the newsroom through the glass partition.
“Hefetz would not have approved such a production if he had been director of Israel Television?”
“Never!” Niva guffawed, thrusting her fingers into her cropped hair and swiveling her head from side to side. “Never in a million years.”
Then she added, with restrained satisfaction: “It was Benny’s good fortune that Hefetz didn’t get the appointment.”
“Did he want it? Did he want to be director of Israel Television?”
Michael asked.
“He would have killed to be director,” she answered, openly gloat-ing. “I hope he never—if he were appointed, everything would—he doesn’t get along well with people like—with him everything’s a matter of honor. He’s a man with a chip on his shoulder, a guy who thinks he’s been exploited by the whole world. But,” she said, suddenly snapping out of it, “why am I talking about this? It’s irrelevant.”
“We were talking about it because of the production of Iddo and Eynam, ” Michael reminded her.
“Yeah,” she said, relaxing. “I think Rubin had something to do with getting that money, set it up for Benny somehow. It doesn’t matter. But for Benny Meyuhas, well, he’s got this discrimination complex, too.
His parents … he grew up in … well, not exactly with a silver spoon in his mouth. He wished he’d been born to European parents and all that. Never mind, it’s not important. This was his big chance to do something that—and then, Tirzah—”
“Tirzah’s death put a stop to the production,” Michael mumbled, hoping to leave her room for elaboration.
“Yes, exactly. Tell me,” she said, bending her head and looking in the direction of the glass partition, “was it for sure an accident?”
“What do you mean?” Michael asked as if he did not understand the question.
“Well,” she said, taken aback, “it’s just that I heard, I mean someone said to me that there were marks on Tirzah’s neck—” She fell silent and wiped her face dry. “Around this place there are always rumors fly-ing. Everyone’s saying—”
“You think there were people who did not like Tirzah,” Michael noted.
Niva said nothing. Then she looked at him and said, “Yes, there were. But you have to promise me this will remain just between the two of us.”
Michael did not react.
“You’re not willing to promise?” she asked defiantly. “Well, I’m not willing for people to know that I’m the source of something bad in connection to Tirzah. Especially not me, because—never mind.”
Michael nodded.
“What?” Niva exclaimed. “They’ve already said something to you about me and Rubin?”
“Only about the boy,” he answered reluctantly. “About the son you have with—” He pointed vaguely toward the newsroom.
“He thinks no one knows,” Niva said. “It’s like some state secret.”
Michael gazed at her, quite certain that she was the one who did not allow the secret to remain a secret. “So you and Arye Rubin were romantically involved. Was it serious?”
“Yes, like—well, it wasn’t very long-term, just, he had this moment of, how shall I say it? Anyway, it just happened. Then I got pregnant, and I thought about not telling him, but I did. Tell him, that is. I don’t believe in tricking people. He could have had me fired, but he didn’t, he didn’t even try. I said to him, ‘Arye, I’m thirty-nine years old,’
because that’s what I was then, thirty-nine, ‘and this is my first pregnancy,’ which nobody thought would happen, because I have only one ovary. Anyway, I said to him, ‘Arye, I have no intention of aborting.’”
“And he didn’t put up a fight?”
“He never said a word about it. He said he’d help me any way he could, money and that sort of thing, if I would keep quiet about it, because of Tirzah. Like, not to hurt her.”
“But now that Tirzah is gone, things could be different, don’t you think?”
Niva shrugged. “I don’t know how Rubin feels about it,” she said dreamily.
“I would think you know exactly how he feels about it,” Michael said quietly. “After all, you’ve already spoken to him about the boy.”
“What? When?” she said, startled.
“A few hours ago, no?” Michael said, taking a chance on the fact that he had seen them chatting in the corner of the hall.
She glared at him, clearly rattled. “People are already talking about it?”
Michael said nothing.
“This building … ,” she muttered bitterly, hastening to add, “I don’t, I don’t exactly—we, only for the boy, he’s already seven, and I thought—”
Michael said nothing.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said, biting her lip. “You shouldn’t think I would kill Tirzah for that. Do you understand?”
Michael nodded.
“What?” she said, taken aback. “Do you think I would come to blows with Tirzah Rubin in order to have Arye as some sort of …
some sort of—”
Michael said nothing.
“Well, the answer is no. No,” she said definitively. “And it wouldn’t have helped me. In any event, he can’t stand me.”
Michael was hard-pressed to hide his surprise at hearing this. “Is that what he told you?” he asked.
“Of course not. He didn’t say anything at all, he’s a gentleman. But I’m no fool, even though you can’t tell by the way I come across,” she said bluntly. “You’re surprised, aren’t you?” she asked, pleased. “You thought I was figuring Rubin was just waiting for the opportunity—anyway, I didn’t mean we should live together or anything, I just wanted—I just wanted him to spend time with Amichai. He’s named for a friend of theirs who was killed in the Yom Kippur War, I thought Rubin would appreciate that. I was hoping that at least my kid could know who his father is. At the end of the day I’m doing Rubin a big favor, he doesn’t have any other children,” she said, blinking. With a half-smile she added,
“Anyway, none that I know of. As long as Tirzah was alive, he didn’t want to, like, hurt her. But now … she’s not here anymore …”
Michael said nothing.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Niva said angrily. “I didn’t kill her or anything. You can even check, I never left the newsroom until one, one-thirty at night. Everyone saw me. I can’t believe I’m even saying this.”
“Who is ‘everyone’?”
“Everyone. Hefetz, Natasha, the woman who monitors Israeli radio broadcasts. She can even tell you I was here after one, because she came in at ten minutes past to give a news report from Army Radio.
What, are you seriously expecting me to answer you?”
“The woman who monitors Israeli radio broadcasts?”
“Yes. Shula’s her name. Little tiny woman. She was on duty and she’d just brought her police communications report in. How funny, like you don’t know we listen in on your communications twenty-four hours a day. What else could we do? Wait around for you to let us know what’s happening?”
“But the monitoring room is pretty far from here,” Michael noted.
“Far? So what? There are people wandering around here all the time. I saw the guy who monitors the foreign radio broadcasts in here after one, too, or maybe it was before one. In any event, I never saw Tirzah, or anybody from that production. How could I even get over to the String Building when we’re tied up with getting the lineup
