“I just wish could really shut off. It feels like borrowed time. I know that the second we return, it’ll be right back to Dizzyland”
“Lancaster,” Yochi announced as he walked through the door of their hotel room, “is the Brooklyn of Pennsylvania.”
Pessie spread avocado on a roll. “I guess we aren’t the only ones with the kids home, huh?”
Yochi had suggested this trip the day after he’d returned from Greece, when Pessie had groused that with the kids off for two whole weeks between camp and school, they’d all go crazy. “Let’s go away for a few days, it’ll break up the time,” Yochi had offered.
Not that he could afford to be away for a few days. There was so much work to do before the Succos tour, he had no time to breathe. But he wanted to do it, for Pessie, for the kids. To compensate for the Africa trip.
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