Ta hadn’t said a word as Rebbi had sternly, quietly, directed them to go back inside. He’d just watched, caught Avi’s eye, and given him a look that said, I’ll speak to you later
“Because you need to talk about your precious album right in the middle of the basketball court, the rest of the class needs to lose out? That’s fair, sure”
It’s a simchah, it’s a baby, a son for him and Batya. So what if the word son rips his heart clean in two, so what if his insides wrench from the pain of it
Gown-hunting, that should be fun. And hairstyles and makeup appointments... hey, I could enjoy that part. If I could forget what all the fuss was actually about