Excerpt | Variations on Life

Knock on the door three stories up. Sarah wipes her wet hands on her apron and walks from the kitchen to the entrance of the apartment. Aryeh wouldn’t knock, he would use his key, Moshe was at work, David at school, maybe Hannah from across the hall needed a cup of sugar or an egg. She unlatched the lock quickly after fixing her short hair with one hand and clearing her throat. “Yes?” she asks as she pulls the door open. And she knows right away, right then and there what the source of her angst has been, the reason behind