I
lean back on the large sectional and sigh loudly. Lani’s house is just so quiet. The kids are all sleeping, Batya is out with friends, and Aunt Lani and Uncle Avi won’t be back from dinner in the city for hours.
I go over the details of Aunt Lani’s dinner outfit enviously in my mind. The best part, of course, was her fur coat. Although it’s really the contrast with the blonde of her sheitel that made it so striking. My red hair just wouldn’t have the same effect.
I gaze around the room, trying to find something more exciting than Chumash notes to help pass the time. My gaze rests on a gorgeous, burnished armoire. Hmmm. Time to be nosy.
I heave myself off the couch and pad over to the closet. Yes, old photo albums!
