“S habbos Hagadol in a hotel!” Aviva looked around at the lobby full of people milling around after shul Friday night. Zevi had just walked up to the quiet corner where for the past hour she’d been resting in an armchair gently rocking Yerachmiel in his stroller.
She knew no one and found she wasn’t even tempted to introduce herself to the cluster of women sitting nearby. When she considered how her younger self would have been the center of the group within minutes she could only shake her head and wonder why it had taken her so long to discover the magic of just being.
She nodded toward the scene in front of them. “I know why I’m here but what in the world are they all doing here a few days before Pesach?”
Zevi sat in the armchair opposite her. “And why are you here?”
