If not for that— the caring for all those mothers and babies— she would’ve quit this mind-numbing job a hundred times
IT was the same place, the same food, the same people.
And somehow, everything was different.
Okay, it wasn’t exactly all the same people. Sruly was with her in Akeres now, and that’s what made the whole Shabbos experience so… strange.
Yehudis put on her earrings — still so odd on her ears, all gleaming diamonds, like she was some queen or something, and ha ha, maybe she was, Sruly’s queen, right? — and inspected her reflection one last time before heading out of her room in the small family wing on the first floor.
Well, bentshing licht was also different. She’d only done it once before, last week, in her cozy little apartment, with Sruly observing happily. Now, Sruly had left to shul with her father 15 minutes before lichtbentshen, and she was on her own.
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