And then before you know it, all the parties are over, and it’s just you and your new husband, sitting grumpily in a car….
So this is what a breakdown felt like.
She surveyed the kitchen. One counter was covered in recipe books, open to the desired pages, little colored tabbies holding the spots. The other counter had ingredients piled together according to dish. And that was as far as she had gotten in the past hour since returning from work.
She honestly couldn’t believe Yonah. They were hosting. Three weeks after their wedding.
“Nothing major,” he’d said earnestly. “We’re not one of those couples who go overboard and make huge matzavs that the police need to shut down. Just three Treiger boys who are sick of yeshivah food coming on Friday night. And Est, these boys have simple taste buds. Roast potatoes and barbecue chicken and they’re good.”
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