We don’t know whose idea it was. It kind of came up in a conversation as we were planning— “Oh!” one of us said, “Let’s invite Naomi!”
IN the basement of our minds: throw pillows, watermelon ices, a box of Purim costumes.
Screams.
I’m folding laundry when my mother calls. I’m always folding laundry, so this isn’t unusual — what’s strange is the timing.
“Hi Mommy, is everything okay?”
“Hi honey, sure, everything’s fine. Why?”
“You never call me at two.”
“Well, I had some errands to run, and then a levayah. So I’m running late with lunch.”
I haul another laundry basket onto the table. Someone’s pants are covered in tiny bits of tissue.
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