Henny had never felt lucky, just that she’d exchanged one kind of unlucky for another
Shuey was home for supper and Malka wanted to play Bananagrams after the meal to celebrate. Shuey didn’t mind, but he really wanted to schmooze with Henny alone. There was so much he wanted to tell her.
Henny looked at him meaningfully when Malka asked about playing for the second time and he caught the cue. “Sure Malks,” he said cheerfully as he could, “that sounds like a good idea, let’s clear up here and we’ll play.”
Being an absentee father meant that Henny was suddenly in charge of all chinuch decisions and he just had to roll with it. You didn’t get to be away from home four nights a week and still give opinions.
Henny was relishing the role, furtively texting him that she had such a hard week in school, she needs this, to just chill. Then she picked up her phone again and added, with her father.
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