Yonah bit his lip. Was it called extracurricular when you were 63?
HE wasn’t one to flaunt his virtues, but Yonah Rosen had to admit he was a patient man. And if he hadn’t been before, then ten months of marriage had definitely taught him the value of the attribute.
Except that they were already 15 minutes late to dinner at his parents and Estee was still not ready.
He looked at his chassan watch, took a minute to admire it, then sighed. It was really getting late.
“Est?”
Silence.
“Estee? Uh, how’s it going?”
“Fine!” she called, although her voice sounded anything but. “Totally fine. Just looking for a garbage bag to wear and then I’ll be sooo ready to go out into the world.”
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