She stopped, a bit embarrassed at her outburst. Chaim just continued speaking as if she had said nothing at all
Chaim had come home from Shacharis perturbed about something. He got busy with his coffee and Shaindy asked if she could prepare breakfast for him. He looked distracted, and she repeated the question.
“Heshy took the car?” he asked.
“Yes, the baby still has fever and he went with Gitty to Dr. Glauer, no one speaks Hebrew or Yiddish there, I guess. She couldn’t do it alone.”
“Ah, good, listen,” Chaim sat down suddenly at the table, slamming his coffee down on the table so that it sloshed. That was unlike him.
Shaindy read the cues and sat down across from him, even though she really wanted an egg with her coffee. Eishes chayil, she thought.
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