All they had left to them was counting out pills together. He would start with Sunday, a habit she deplored. She said so, every time.
“For God’s sake, Lila,” was his argument, every time. “The box starts with Sunday. It makes it easier.”
“We respect so little of our culture,” she always replied. “Keeping Shabbos should be sacred to us.”
And he would sigh, move the pills from one end of the box to the other. Both compartments were marked with a large blue S anyway.
As a Jew, he did not believe in heaven, though he knew plenty of hell.
Made me smile at the intimacy expressed in so few words.
Love the ending line. Great story!