She still wasn’t over the way he’d spoken to her mother. He felt bad that he’d upset her, but honestly, he regretted nothing
HEwas deep into a bowl of popcorn and The Little Prince when his phone rang. His mother was calling. Finally, a voice of reason in this sea of insanity.
“Hi, Ma,” he said, making an effort to keep his voice mellow and stress-free.
It must have worked because Golda Rosen breezed past the pleasantries.
“Yonah, sweetheart, listen, Daddy and I found the cutest little condo. It’s brand-new, one of these new developments, and we get to choose everything, from the hardware to the light fixtures! And I’d estimate it to be just a 15-minute walk. That’s it! Can you believe it?
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