Listen, it’s your first Yom Tov back home as a married lady. It’s normal to be nervous. She casts a quick glance at Menachem, who seems to have dozed off, as doubt gnaws at her.
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Erything inside the aircraft is still, save for the flutters in Shevy’s stomach.
She pops open a bag of kettle-cooked potato chips and offers some to her husband. “It feels like aaages since we left home, no?”
Menachem accepts a chip and nods mildly. “Three months, one week, four days, actually.”
Shevy rolls her eyes and pauses for a moment before turning on her iPod. The cabin is draped in blue-white darkness, and the soft hum of engines and muted tinkle of conversation add to the comfortable ambiance. Feeling just a bit chilly, she zips up her hoodie and crunches her way happily through the bag of chips, swirling the ice in her Coke with the cute little stirrer they handed out. She is so excited to go home, to see Mommy and Tatty and Perela’s little cutie, and…
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