Chumie was… electric. She knew how to transform the mundane into the magical, she left a trail of glitter everywhere she went. Sometimes Dovi wondered what she saw in him
It was the quiet.
His wife was many things, but pensive didn’t usually make the list. Dovi’s heart lurched a little when he noticed the faraway look in her eyes as he reversed out of the driveway.
Nail in the coffin: She didn’t even reach to turn off 100 Years of Outstanding Chazzanus as they headed down the street.
“Spill it, Chumie. Am I in for mess or money?” he asked, kamikaze style. The last time she’d been quiet like this, she’d decided to refinish their kitchen cabinets on her own, to “reflect her intrinsic bespoke-y-ness.”
That had been mess and money. She was talented like that.
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