I was in my workshop putting the final touches on Shifra’s earrings. The split-lapping machine was on and I fumbled around for the compound and poised the earring to polish it. I was so excited she was coming by tonight.
“Abby?” I heard Rafi calling my name. Were he and Daniel home already? They’d gone to the Mishkan fair a father-and-son affair. I wasn’t complaining it was at night and one less thing to have to go to.
I checked the time 8:30 p.m. not so early I’d totally lost track. I took off my goggles wiped my hands and entered the house. I was about to ask “How was?” but I didn’t have to. Daniel was glowing with sheepish pride and Rafi might as well have been thumping his chest in paternal delight.
“It was amazing!” Rafi thundered.
“I’m sure a whole bunch of kids’ Mishkan projects was fascinating. Popsicles sticks and all.” I remarked.
