In the name of maturity, she shot back a text to Ayala. Oy, I’m so sorry. Sounds so hard. Here if you need me
“She’s not answering.” Estee put the phone down and closed her eyes in frustration — and, also, raging nausea. She’d been doing okay over Yom Tov so far, but apparently, long car rides to Boston were not her friend.
Yonah shook his head. “I can’t believe it. Literally cannot believe it’s come to this for Pinny. He is the nicest guy on the planet. How can this be happening?”
Estee opened one eye to peek at him. He looked so sad. She felt a rush of warmth. He was such a good friend, and he really was a great husband. Okay, so things got rocky sometimes. Still, Yonah was home. He was her family now. Poor, misguided Ayala, acting on pure emotion and disappointment….
She leaned her head back just as her phone pinged. Both eyes open now, she glanced at her phone.
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