Did they realize what a loss they’d experienced? Did they realize this was forever, this odd void they could hardly identify, being so young and clueless?
Zichron Zev.
Shira’s shy smile haunted Deena for the rest of the day. She couldn’t put her finger on what was bothering her so much. Not the fact that Shira had found a job, she wasn’t selfish like that. It wasn’t even the fact that her in-laws had inadvertently been behind it, making it sort of their fault that she’d lost her photographer. So what was it?
When her girls got home from day camp, Deena tossed their bathing suits into the washing machine and settled them on the deck with freeze pops and Play-Doh. Then she went to her office to try to get some work done.
Succos tour. Let’s do this.
Mr. Hersko had sent her an email asking when she’d do the first post about the tour. There really was no reason to push it off, except that she had to figure out the graphics and what exactly to say.
But she couldn’t focus. Unease followed her like a shadow. After a few minutes of drafting lines and deleting them, Deena slumped in her seat.
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