“You don’t think he’s impressive enough the way he is?” Mommy sounded insulted, maybe even hurt
Perri grabbed a shopping cart and pulled her list out of her pocket. Chaya Rivky would be joining them for Shabbos along with Mommy and Tatty Weiss — during the week, they preferred the hotel, but of course Shabbos was for family. Yehuda was coming home from yeshivah, too, to spend Shabbos with his grandparents. Perri wanted to make a few special salads and dips. She had already filled the freezer with baked goodies for everyone to nosh on, but salads had to be made fresh.
She headed to the produce section. On the way, she noticed a display of bottled sauces. Yehuda loved pouring hot sauce over almost every fleishig food he ate; it was probably a bochur thing. Even though she personally cringed whenever she watched him dip her perfectly spiced schnitzel into a puddle of spicy red goo, she wanted to be a good mother. She stopped her cart alongside the sauces and began studying the selection.
“Look, there are bananas here! And oranges. Motti, you know that Israeli citrus is the best. Should we buy some?”
The voice was all too familiar.
“If you want some, you can buy,” came the response. “Is there a bakery around here? Some Danishes or rugelach would be nice for the trip to Bnei Brak. Can’t do a trip like that on an empty stomach, right?”
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