“Maaaaa. We’re not moving to Boston. Just, you know, Yonah’s parents are moving on and people got kind of carried away”
The rain had started somewhere along the I-95 and hadn’t let up in about an hour. Which was just fine with Estee.
“I just don’t understand,” she said for around the 50th time. “Us? Like, us? Move to Boston? Live in a big old house with five bedrooms?”
“And a backyard and a wraparound porch,” Yonah said dreamily.
“Exactly! That’s totally insane! We’re, like, five years old. And can you imagine me putting up a huge soup every Sunday and then delivering it all over? And, like, arranging things for people?”
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