Miri groaned. Who was she kidding? She wasn’t worried; she was downright petrified!

Mr. Weiss extinguished the flame of the candle in the spilled grape juice. “Gut voch.”

“Gut voch,” Mrs. Weiss said.

Miri coughed and winced. Although she felt much better, her ribs hurt from coughing.

“Why don’t you get back into bed?” her mother said.

Miri coughed then moaned.

“Oy,” Mrs. Weiss moved some hair out of Miri’s face. “I’ll bring you a heating pad. That may help.”

“Thanks, Ma.”

“Tomorrow is a big day. I don’t want you to miss it.”

Miri felt Devory’s glare even without looking in her direction. She gave her mother a quick peck on the cheek. “Good night.”

“Moshe, do we have a heating pad in the house?”

“I don’t think so. But I can get one from the pharmacy if you’d like.”

“That’s okay. I think I have one somewhere in one of the unpacked boxes in the garage. I’ll get it.”

Mr. Weiss held up his hand. “I’ll get it, Leah. I don’t want you schlepping a heavy box.”

“But you’re just getting over being sick.”

“I feel fine, baruch Hashem.”

“Don’t worry.” Benny flexed his muscles. “Those boxes are easy-shmeazy for me. I’ll help you, Ta.”

“Thank you, Benny.” Mr. Weiss smiled at his wife. “Benny to the rescue.”

“Thanks, Benny. Don’t let Ta overwork, ’kay?”

“I won’t.”

Mrs. Weiss watched them leave the dining room together, thankful for moments like this.

“Benny, give me a hand. I think this is the box Ma is talking about.”

Benny dragged the box out from the corner. “Hey! Ta! Look what’s behind the box. Looks like a bunch of pictures.”

Mr. Weiss bent down and inspected them. “These are paintings.”

Benny looked over his father’s shoulder. “Wow! It’s really nice.”

“All of them are.” He saw the name on the lower right corner. “Miri painted these. Amazing.”