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“I’m confused. You’re 21, you didn’t date till now because guys, or their mothers, were still judging. A guy finally doesn’t know, gives the real you a chance, and you’re not happy?”
“The people…who don’t know. They think I’m being picky,” she said, so softly, Bella nearly missed the fiery ache held in the words.
Miss Litwin stares at me, a gaze that seems to look right through me. “Is that what’s really bothering you?” she asks softly. She leans towards me. “The principal told me what’s going on at home. You must be feeling very confused right now.”
Tzali didn’t want more than ten yungeleit. Enough for a minyan, small enough for a tight chaburah. Keep it exclusive, he believed. He’d worked long and hard choosing the first eight, he was number nine. The tenth was a bit of a surprise.
Oh, of course he could be stabilized. It was just a small episode, nothing really. Besides, it wasn’t full-blown mania, and Chananya had told her that he’d never had a psychotic episode. He’d just danced on the border
But Ezriel!” Penina's voice rises. “I'm not asking you, I'm telling you! You have to swallow your pride, apologize, and get back into yeshivah. You don't want to ruin your life!”
He thinks of a decade of little hands reaching up to snatch their prizes from the air. Fleeting warmth of loving and being loved, of sweetness and sugar and puffs of cotton candy that melt upon touch
“Miriam,” he says at last. “I think you should be asking yourself why Hindy’s idealism is bothering you so much. I’m no therapist, but I’m married to one, and if something is getting under your skin to this extent, there must be a deeper reason for it.”
Everyone was looking at him now. The way the menahel was saying it, in that special tone of voice he used when he was trying to sound cheerful but really wasn’t, made Yoni suspect he was saying it for the second time. Maybe even the third.
Listen, it’s your first Yom Tov back home as a married lady. It’s normal to be nervous. She casts a quick glance at Menachem, who seems to have dozed off, as doubt gnaws at her.
What was it about this woman that unnerved him? Was it her pride in her job? Her unfamiliarity with the obvious? The hunger to do, to accomplish, outside of her home?
The older girl smirked. “Catch,” she said. She tossed Chaya the DVD. Chaya fumbled and blushed, but she caught it.