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“When you go under the chuppah, make sure he’s a man who puts on tefillin.” It was her father’s last wish. After the fires died down and she tried to recreate a life amid the ashes, she knew she would need to find a man who was bound to his Creator by the straps of his tefillin. A request from her past became the foundation of her future.
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“I’ve always said you have the mind of a psychologist. I still don’t understand why—” “Mommy.” Bracha gave her the look she used whenever Leah acted like a particularly clueless baalas teshuvah. “I’ve told you a hundred times, frum girls don’t go into psychology. They go into special ed.” Just as Leah was about to retort something self-righteous, Bracha cut her with a withering, “and frum mothers don’t paint. They bake rugelach for tzedakah teas.” This was getting serious. Leah pulled up a chair.