“Who needs company the third day? And she’s your friend, not mine. I don’t want anyone examining my third-day pimples! And we’re using plastic”
You are cordially invited to our home on Shabbos afternoon
for the Sixth Meal of the Three-Day
Yom Tov….
Bring your kids your appetites
and your leftovers!
Women only 😉
Shabbos October 14th
12 p.m.
39 Lakeview Road
Looking forward to greeting you!
“We’re using plastic.”
I heard Shaindy’s voice from across the kitchen and waved her away. Over the phone Esti was still talking. “I love you Libby seriously ” she was saying. “And the e-mail invite was adorable! My kids were so excited they kept pushing to see it again on my phone — wait where did Yanky go with my phone? Hold on I’m on the landline now. Need to find that kid last time he played with my Galaxy he sent crazy text messages to my boss—”
It was early Wednesday morning. My parents had just flown out to Chicago to be with my sister Dena. She’d called last night panicked to let us know she was in labor for real this time. Dena had phoned with the exact same story before Rosh Hashanah and before the first days of Succos; there’s something about the prospect of three days without cell phone service that gives everyone contractions even if they’re not expecting.
But when my brother-in-law got on the phone to tell us they were en route to Rush University Medical Center with Dena screeching in the background that she is not having her mother-in-law do Lamaze with her and she needs Mommy to come right now my frenzied parents booked tickets that hour and took a 6 a.m. flight out leaving Shaindy and I back home. My aunt had invited us for the Yom Tov meals which we’d accepted.
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