Chaya’s blissful dreams are getting more and more annoying as the wedding day draws near
“I’ll get the children out every morning, so he won’t have to rush home from davening…
I’ll sit and work for seven hours straight, and only stop once to put up lunch. When the kids come home, I’ll play with them, and meanwhile I’ll start cooking for the next day’s lunch and fold the laundry. And in the evening, after they’re in bed, I’ll work for another two hours, and that way there’ll be enough money to live on after covering the mortgage…. And then I’ll turn off the computer and be ready to greet Moishy when he comes home from night seder….”
Chaya’s blissful dreams are getting more and more annoying as the wedding day draws near.
At first Nechami found them amusing, but now they’re bringing out some dark, clawed little creature that’s been locked in the cellar of her consciousness. On this fresh winter morning, when Nechami pictures her sister at the bridal salon the previous night, running her hands over the shining white fabrics and spinning fairy tales, something rankles within her. That neglected little goblin inside hasn’t had its claws trimmed in a long time, and now it’s scratching her, leaving raw, red marks.
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