We’re still plain, pashut women, right?

WE

sip coffee.

We’re two old friends. Our friendship is older than our marriages. It predates seminary and high school. We’re pre-school old friends.

Our conversation turns to where we started from and where we are now. How we got here. We were once plain, pashut women. Our childhoods and early years of marriage were easier, simpler. We spent money on necessities. Life was full of simple pleasures that didn’t cost much money or take up too much space.