Aviva had been expecting a nervous phone call from her mother ever since Chavi had announced to her in grand Chavi fashion Aviva’s total incapacitation. So she was surprised when the day went by without hearing from her.
By the next day Aviva was beginning to wonder if maybe the phone lines were down. Or more likely she suspected that Zevi was screening her calls. Still Zevi wasn’t home all of the time (though he’d been allowing himself frequent breaks from his printing work to run home and check up on her.)
She shifted in her bed rolling from one side to the other. The next day was Friday and she’d have to somehow put Shabbos together. How would she manage to do that if she could barely stand on her feet? She had some friends who confessed that there were some weeks when they only made chicken soup and cholent. She’d always scoffed at such laziness.
Nine more months of this sweetheart. And then you’ll be making Shabbos with a newborn and then with a toddler… At the rate you’re going now you could be doing a soup and cholent Shabbos for years!
