They smile at each other and she opens the car door, wondering why being retired feels a lot like shanah rishonah
The starter is just sitting there, staring her back in the face. Gosh, this is worse than that Dalgona coffee Bayla convinced her to make during lockdown.
“I don’t know what to do with you,” Toby tells the little jar.
“Just love me,” a small voice squeaks back. Toby shrieks as Aryeh appears behind her, laughing so hard he can barely speak.
“Mature,” she says icily, trying to hold back her laugh. “Very mature, Aryeh Berger. Give your elderly wife a heart attack, why don’t you?”
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