I want to be a supportive wife. Does that mean I need to lose my friend?
Ipull into Dr. Kramer’s parking lot to pick up Tzippy from her orthodontist appointment just as my car Bluetooth pings. It reads the incoming text aloud robotically.
“Are we excited for Summer Week at the Hilton? Three weeks and counting!”
I grin. Yes! I’m totally excited, actually.
You’d think it’d get old, but it doesn’t. I guess the same way Shabbos and Yom Tov don’t get old, either? But also, I’ve always loved hotels. Even as a kid, when the fanciest place we ever went to was a motel on the way to Toronto for a bar mitzvah, I’d just loved the possibility of it all. Hotels were places where things happened. Plus, filling the ice bucket was always fun. And now, hotels were kind of my life.
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