You and me both, Libby thought, eyeing her brother-in-law in disgust. You and me both
He’d tried to stick to his principles, he really had. But despite the eyesore of the horrendous pink, Akiva found he couldn’t stay away from Deena’s drum set. So he kept reminding everyone that they no longer accept over-the-top gifts from family members, then tried not to feel like a hypocrite as he happily pounded away.
Deena found it hilarious that her father could play because he was actually surprisingly good at it.
“Where do you think you got all of this raw, unbridled talent from?” he asked, as he adjusted the snare. “You’re welcome, child.”
Deena rolled her eyes but grinned; Akiva smirked. She was a fun kid. Was this a new development, or had he never really taken the time to get to know her? He resolutely shooed that thought away; not going down that road today. He knew where it led — depression and sadness, guilt and pain, and long drives that usually ended with him buying a doughnut from Kosher Korner.
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