She’s one of the pillars of our new town — and she hates me
Meir turned toward her, straightening his tie. “You okay?”
She swallowed and forced a smile. She could do this. She could do hard. Getting married at 28 had been hard, too, but Meir was worth it. She would do this for him.
“Great.”
“Exciting, no?” he said, tapping his hand on the steering wheel to the beat of the music. “Our first Oakmont event.”
He grinned and she smiled back.
They arrived at the park, and Tehillah stepped out onto the grass. A cacophony of little voices and the smell of barbecue bombarded her senses.
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