Her entire life in Boston had been surrounded by action and drama and chaos. Why had she wanted to leave it all behind?
HEgave a rhythmic knock on the door of the little condo. It swung open to reveal his mother beaming at him.
“I love that you’re close enough to just swing by. Hello, hello, sweetheart, how are you doing?”
He leaned down for a kiss. “Baruch Hashem! How’s the unpacking?”
She laughed and adjusted her tichel. “It’s… going. What brings you here? Oh, right, you’re picking Daddy up for the parshah and poppers thing, right? You already ate with Estee?”
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