Yonah bit his lip. Was it called extracurricular when you were 63?

HE wasn’t one to flaunt his virtues, but Yonah Rosen had to admit he was a patient man. And if he hadn’t been before, then ten months of marriage had definitely taught him the value of the attribute.

Except that they were already 15 minutes late to dinner at his parents and Estee was still not ready.

He looked at his chassan watch, took a minute to admire it, then sighed. It was really getting late.

“Est?”

Silence.

“Estee? Uh, how’s it going?”

“Fine!” she called, although her voice sounded anything but. “Totally fine. Just looking for a garbage bag to wear and then I’ll be sooo ready to go out into the world.”

He closed his eyes. No matter how much he’d been telling Estee that she looked exactly the same, she was convinced that she was unrecognizable.

He’d learned that silence was the best tool in his arsenal. Sure enough, she appeared two minutes later, lips set in annoyance.

Silence, he reminded himself, grabbing his key fob. Just silence.

“Estee!” his mother exclaimed as she swung open the door. “You’re glowing!”

He groaned to himself, but surprisingly, Estee now had a huge smile on her face. Go figure.

There was a moment of fake compliments for the lopsided vase Mommy had made in pottery class, while Golda watched them wide-eyed before cracking up.

“You kids! It’s terrible, obviously. I just kept it as a reminder that you shouldn’t be afraid to try anything once.”

Estee laughed. “I love that. And it’s not terrible, it’s just—”

“Terrible,” Golda supplied.

“Are you looking for, uh, an extracurricular?” Estee asked.

Yonah bit his lip. Was it called extracurricular when you were 63?

“A hobby,” his mother said, smiling. “Yes, something of that sort.”