With four phone calls, the screech of a taxi’s tires, screaming from Gavriel Zev, who has been restless all night, and from Naomi Rivka, wakened by Gavriel Zev’s screaming, the cat-sitting adventure is at last put to rest.
I was tired six hours ago.
The baby is still coughing. And now crying. For Ted, thankfully. In the middle of the night, there is nothing so wonderful as Abba.
