She looked at her friend, in her kallah meidel era, and smirked to herself. She’d been there a mere few months ago
The succah was just as cozy as it was the first days, yet somehow, she couldn’t stop shivering. Her mother replaced her tepid mug of tea with a fresh one; she smiled her thanks.
Shalom was playing ball on the patio, right outside the succah wall and it was driving her insane. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk thunk thunk.
“Ma,” she said weakly. “The ball playing….”
“I’m on it.”
A minute later, she heard Shalom stomping his way inside, muttering. She felt bad, but her head was going to split.
Someone knocked on the succah door. She sat up straighter.
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