She was afraid to look at Amram— and with reason. As she’d suspected, he was shaking his head fiercely
Grand Annual Herzog Family Barbeque, here we come.
Had it really been a year since the last one? Leebie mused as she threw together the salad she’d offered to bring along. She was actually excited for this trip. She enjoyed her sisters-in-law, and it was nice to get in a bit of summer, even if it was only for a few hours.
Amram’s brother Shmuel would be hosting, once again. Shmuel Herzog had probably been one of the first frum guys to buy a proper summer home back in the day. Which made him seem really cool at the time — and completely uncool now, when guys 25 years his junior were installing geothermal heating in their brand new open-floor-plan summer homes, and had designers match linens to wallpaper colors and draw up their lighting plans.
Still, it was a house in the Catskills, a really big one, with a tremendous wraparound deck — a recent upgrade. The deck alone was large enough to host the entire Herzog family for their annual barbeque.
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