She’d never seen her macho husband cry before, but shanah rishonah was all about firsts, wasn’t it?
The couple smiled at each other, the golden hour lighting hitting them just right. The man stood, steady and sturdy, at the woman’s side. Snap snap snap. Estee clicked away, capturing the couple’s easy chemistry. A fiftieth wedding anniversary shoot was nothing to sneeze at.
At least Yonah agreed she could photograph them.
“Are you sure?” she’d said snarkily. “They are a couple, after all.”
Yonah hadn’t deemed that comment worthy of an answer, and she couldn’t blame him.
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