She stormed into the house and promptly locked herself in the bathroom. Only then did she let herself cry
HEpulled out the “his” and “hers” water bottles Estee had bought when they were engaged, rinsed them, and filled them with cold water. Estee wanted to go walking in the park. Was that a hint that he was putting on the Freshman Fifteen? He examined his reflection in the oven door. Nah, he looked fine.
He knew she’d like that he was using the water bottles. Personally, he wasn’t sure what was wrong with a Poland Spring plastic, but Estee found that hilarious, so he indulged her. At least, he was this time. He stuck two granola bars into his pockets and grinned. Did that make him a cheap date? Or just a prudent one?
Estee popped her head in; she’d changed into a brightly colored tichel and sneakers. He grinned again. He couldn’t help it.
“Ready?”
She headed toward the door. “Ready!”
It was a gorgeous summer evening. They strolled along, schmoozing about seder and Pinny and Ayala’s wedding the next night, and anything and everything.
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