There was a change in their lives, true, but how many people would feel blessed to have to deal with this kind of problem?
“This feels like Chol Hamoed. Or sheva brachos.” Pessie followed Yochi out to the deck off their kitchen.
Yochi grinned. “It’s nice, huh? When was the last time we ate breakfast together?”
Yeah, well, it was nice for a day. Max a week. They weren’t really going to spend a half hour every morning having breakfast together, were they? Great for Yochi that he was finally a free bird, but she had stuff to do. How was this supposed to work?
Yochi slit a baguette open. Pessie winced as he emptied half a container of vegetable cream cheese into it.
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