Gift-wrapped Reynold’s Wrap, classic Yochi Hersko. “You are…” Pessie said slowly, “absolutely crazy.” She laughed out loud. “OMG. Seriously nuts”

True, her sense of direction was worse than her husband’s jokes, but even Pessie Hersko knew that the Verrazano wouldn’t take them to the city.

“Uh, Yochi? Where exactly are you going? You made reservations, right?”

He was smirking. He was smirking, and Waze was turned off, she suddenly noticed, and they were heading to Jersey. Pessie smelled a rat.

“Let’s try this again. Where are we going?”

Another smirk. “You’ll find out shortly. And meanwhile, there’s a bag behind your seat, why don’t you grab it?”

Pessie puckered her face. Her husband’s decision to leave early to avoid rush hour traffic was starting to feel awfully suspicious. She turned and cautiously reached for the black shopping bag that was sitting on the floor.

“This is…?”

“Open it.”

She opened the bag and pulled out an oblong gift-wrapped box.

The box was too large — and too heavy — to contain jewelry. Pessie ripped the scotch tape off and carefully peeled the paper off. A flash of pink, blue. Silver.

Her eyes widened. “Reynolds Wrap?”

Yochi burst out laughing “You got it! Tenth wedding anniversary, traditionally marked with tin or aluminum. I Googled it. Romantic, huh?”

Pessie blinked at the box. “Very.”

Gift-wrapped Reynold’s Wrap, classic Yochi Hersko. “You are…” she said slowly, “absolutely crazy.” She laughed out loud. “OMG. Seriously nuts.”