“But...but what about a succah?” Yoni wailed. “How come we had to come to this horrible little town?”
It was warm inside. For the first time in a long time, there was actually a really good smell wafting invitingly from the kitchen. Yoni shrugged off his backpack and hurriedly washed his hands — by now, the habit was so entrenched that even with Dovi safely in the hospital, he washed anyway. He rushed into the kitchen and was delighted to find Ma standing at the counter. “Ma!” Yoni whooped.
“Hey, Yoni.” His mother turned around with a smile that hardly even sagged at the corners. “I’m so happy to see you.”
“You’re making supper!” Yoni exclaimed.
“Meatballs,” Ma said. “Your favorite.”
Yoni fought the emotions inside and pumped his fist in the air instead. “Thanks, Ma, you’re the best.” Then he looked at her questioningly. “Who’s with Dovi?”
“Bubby Berkowitz came in for Succos, and she decided to spend her first afternoon here with Dovi,” Ma said. “I was so glad to have a chance to be here when you came home.”
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