It didn’t matter what she said, she knew. Amram would always be right
Welcome to the interrogation room.
The room was actually Amazing Savings, because Amram had decided that they needed to buy nice chargers now that they were going to be hosting their new couple for Shabbos meals. Leebie was bombed after a long day at work, and still recovering from the week of sheva brachos, but he’d insisted, so they went.
Now, in the dishes aisle, he kept up his questioning.
“I don’t get it, Leebie. Why did you drive him? We agreed that the next time he misses his bus, he’s going to stay home.”
No, they hadn’t agreed. Amram had made that decision, but she wasn’t on board at all. She wasn’t staying home from work to babysit a perfectly healthy ten-year-old boy because he was playing chess in the morning instead of getting dressed. And she certainly wasn’t taking Shaya along to work with her.
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