I wasn’t excited about the decorating idea until now, but as we discuss it, I’m actually growing interested
When Ma wakes me Sunday morning with the news that we’re going décor shopping, I try to be enthusiastic, I really do, but I’m a terrible faker.
“Woohoo,” I say. “Thank you, Ma.”
She looks at me knowingly. “My pleasure, sweetie. So get dressed — warmly, it’s freezing — daven, and then we’ll get breakfast while we’re out.”
Now there’s an incentive. Images of waffles dripping in maple syrup fill my mind. “Sounds great.”
I hobble out of bed, throw on my favorite grey swing dress with the stripe of fur down the side and implement some of Fraidy’s curling techniques on my thick locks. A swipe of mascara, a dab of lip-gloss, and I’m ready to go daven.
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