“The truth?” Raizy said. Surely Yechiel couldn’t see her blush in the dark. “This morning”
True, children did tie you down, but Raizy wasn’t having two sleeping children keep her back from taking a walk with her husband at night. “That’s what double strollers were created for,” she reasoned.
Yitzchok and Chavi slept straight through the bed-to-stroller transfer, and the Jacobs headed out into the pleasant spring air.
They had their regular walking route: one block past the dead end, turn in to the upper avenues, two more blocks, and then, peace. This neighborhood was like a secret haven, a slice of tranquility just outside the congested heart-of-the-area they lived in.
“This,” Raizy declared, “is where I’d love to buy a house one day.”
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