Dovid cleared his throat. Yonah paused. Had he made his father emotional? Naaaah. “Anyway, Dad, can I give them your number?”
Lately, he’d found himself whispering in his own home. With Estee feeling so miserable, it felt wrong to walk around chattering loudly. But she was actually out of the apartment for a doctor’s appointment, so he allowed himself to put his father on speakerphone while he polished his Shabbos shoes.
“Yonah, how are you? How’s the zeman going?”
Yonah tried not to choke on the fumes, but still ended up coughing. “Sorry, Daddy! Baruch Hashem, going well. How’s the packing?”
“Going well, too. Baruch Hashem.” His father sounded tired.
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