“Tatty, you don’t realize how amazing it is, not just that you won, but that you won the first inter-camp game in years”
S hira Reimer had gone to kallah classes and learned again and again that it wasn’t wise to keep score of what time her new husband started his day. The men were tired the teacher explained. Besides learning took strength — it wasn’t like cramming for a test in high school. Better not to look at what time it was.
So Shira didn’t check the clock even though it meant that some days she left for work before Yudi went to Shacharis. He liked to take his time drinking his coffee by the window and as he put it “expand his mind for a new day.”
That’s why she found it weird that he was up so early standing in the tiny kitchen and speaking on the phone animatedly. It wasn’t even seven o’clock yet. Something must have happened.
She picked up the extension and inhaled determined not to breathe.
Create a free account to keep reading.
