I notice suddenly that we’re the only couple in the store without a baby
Betzalel opens the door to our basement apartment just as the oven signals that supper is ready. I grin. My timing is great. I pull the pan of chicken and rice out of the oven, shut off the timer and oven, and rest the pan on the stovetop.
“Hiiii! How was yeshivah?”
“Great! And supper smells yum! Thanks, Chavy! How was work?”
“Same old.” I smile back. “Boring office day. The manager was out so everyone just klutzed around. I’m still feeling a drop unproductive, to be honest.”
Betzalel tips his head back. “So how about we go out and do something fun before supper?”
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