Shira nodded. It was his hometown, it was his home, this whole situation was weird

DMC EP. 13: “I’m 100 percent committed to this and I’m going to do this even if it’s hard for me”

Was she serious? Her mother-in-law seemed very serious.

Shira looked at Ephraim — did he think this was normal? Apparently. He was smiling and saying words like “We’d love to” and “Can’t wait.”

Shira closed her eyes. Maybe if she thought it hard enough, marital telepathy of sorts, Ephraim would notice that her eyelids needed cranes.

Nope, no such luck. He was still smiling and nodding.

“The concert starts at five, seating an hour before, and it’s a 30-minute drive, so we’ll leave at 3:15 p.m.” Her mother-in-law ticked off her fingers. “It’s the coziest event, the Symphony performs at the Ravinia Festival in an open-air pavilion. You’ll love it.”

Shira took a deep breath and pulled Racheli close to her, running her fingers through her daughter’s bobbed hair. Love it? As if she’d ever listened to classical music. Racheli was sucking her thumb, it was too early for thumb sucking. They were all so jetlagged.

Maybe she would be functioning come Sunday. It was only Thursday now. Ugh, probably not. She just needed her bed and a massage. Ugh, you are in a mood, she told herself.

“Can’t wait, I haven’t heard Tchaikovsky live in years.” Ephraim sounded like he meant it.

“And they’re having live cannons for the 1812 Overture!” her mother-in-law added.

Giddy kids. Both of them. She’d survive. She couldn’t Debby Downer it when there were cannons.