For Good Measure

I hesitated for a moment, then returned the package to the freezer. Tzirel bought fresh strawberries and peeled each one, but I had no time for that. So… improvise. I could do a pineapple-kiwi-mango smoothie, that should work.

On my way out of the grocery, I scanned my receipt. My mother wouldn’t stop teasing me — “Groceries suddenly started charging for stuff, huh?” But then she’d laugh and tell me to take some paper goods, she just did a Costco order. Seriously, food cost a fortune. And we were only two people.

Gavriel was already home for lunch when I arrived. I loved that our schedules matched, and we could have lunch together every day.

But first, his nap.

“How do you do it?” I marveled. “Hit your pillow, fall asleep, then jump out of bed nine-and-half-minutes later?”