Breit had stopped walking to face Dovi. “Actually, you didn’t choose this, you were born into it. I married into this though, so I did this to myself”
Frankel picked up a pebble and dropped it into Brenner’s coffee and Haberman jumped and said, “Waste, waste of milk, of coffee, of the cup, what would old Ronnie say?” and everyone laughed again as they went into the Cypress Creek shul for Minchah.
Truth is, Dovi mused, Frankel’s grandfather may have been a millionaire — maybe a billionaire — but most of Cypress had parents or grandparents in the same league. Not much reverence around here, Dovi thought as he opened the siddur and started davening.
Coleman was making a shalom zachar so Kolos was in for Shabbos, making Kabbalas Shabbos longer than usual. Halstock, just returned from vacation in Turks and Caicos (Cancun and St. Barts are so yesterday, he said) had a deep tan he seemed proud of until Sutton said, “Did you see the humpback whale, epic, no?” and then Halstock looked confused, because it was clear he had missed that, and his tan seemed to fade a little.
Ahuva wanted to come to the shalom zachar, but Yossi was kvetchy and needed to go to sleep, and — this was the only real drawback of Cypress — there were no babysitters. No one in a development of homes that started at a million dollars was looking for fifteen-dollar-an hour gigs, and the houses were too far from each other to have a neighbor listen in.
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