The driveway was empty.
Rivky exhaled. Small favors.
It hadn’t been an easy week with Chaim home all the time. The luxury of coming into an empty house after work was something she’d taken for granted for so long: She liked dumping her pocketbook on the floor as soon as she walked in shedding her jacket as she moved through the house and only straightening up later. She had her little rituals — calling her mother then each of her sisters in order (sisters-in-law went last) — and she didn’t need Chaim grinning at her and commenting on everything she said.
Yesterday Zeldy told her about finding towels in the right pattern for her new kitchen. “Mazel tov!” Rivky burst out.
Chaim emerged from his study. “What’s the mazel tov?”
“Nothing just Zeldy found a good set of towels that’s all.”
