"These girls are lucky to have you.” He hesitated as he stood by the sink, washing cup in his hand. Then he added, “Sometimes I’m a little jealous, that’s all”
Yehuda walked into the kitchen, sniffing the air. “Mmm, smells like apples and cinnamon.” He looked hopefully at the counter, which was filled with dirty bowls. “No cookies to taste? Am I off with my days?”
“They’re having a special pre-Rosh Hashanah shiur tonight,” she said, “So Cookie Thursday’s canceled this week. Instead, we have Omelet Thursday.” Tammy laughed as she nodded to the frying pan on the stove. “What you’re smelling is my attempt to be organized and get started on the Rosh Hashanah cooking.”
His face brightened. “Wait, does this mean we actually get to have a quiet evening together?”
The hopefulness in his voice made her heart twist. She pulled two dinner plates out of the cabinet and began dishing eggs and salad onto each plate. She sighed.
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