“That day, that day that I left,” Benny said suddenly. “I never really told you about it”
“Here, Miriam, this setting still needs a spoon,” Tziporah said, pointing at the dining room table.
Miriam carefully placed a spoon in the empty spot.
“Now napkins, right?” she said. “Can we do the ones with the purple flowers?”
Tziporah nodded and counted out four napkins, then pulled Momo’s highchair in from the kitchen. They had made early Shabbos so the kids would be awake and alert. “They’re going to be the stars this time,” Benny had said this morning. “It’s gonna be all about the family.”
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