“There are good heads behind those incredibly long tshups and small yarmulkes— but they don’t do anything”
Dovid wasn’t happy. After 40 years of marriage, you can know these things without a word passing between you.
He walked heavily up the walkway as she dropped the curtain and moved away from the window. He wouldn’t like being spied on.
“How are you?” she smiled as he entered, and settled at the table, a sure sign that she wanted to talk. Grunting, he dropped into a chair.
“How was the Goulash and G-d event?” she asked, purposely getting it wrong.
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