Everyone else was moving on. Only her husband was frozen in time
When the frying pan is soaking and the sputtering flames fill the room with a grayish haze, Chavi sinks into the couch. Dovid leans back in the armchair. “Nice party, no?”
“Yeah.” She nods a little too quickly. “Nice boys.”
He smiles wide. “Right? I told you they’re refreshing.”
Is refreshing a code word for not very serious? There had been seven boys seated around the table as her husband spoke. Her gaze had bounced from the boy who played with the applesauce to the boy on his left who’d studied her ceiling light fixture the entire time. This was the glorious job her husband finally landed?
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