T he elegant Bnei Brak apartment was full of joy and bustle. What a beautiful wedding it had been! The head of the household shtreimel in hand was dressed in an immaculate beketshe looking every inch the dignified young zeide and about to leave for the hall where he was hosting sheva brachos for his newlywed granddaughter.
His wife fluttering with anticipation had finally decided on the perfect headscarf to wear with her new outfit (1 200 shekels at Euro Lady’s end-of-season sale) and shoes (500 at Classy Step).
Just as they were about to walk out the door the telephone rang. “Sara’le’s in the hospital ” said Aharon quietly as he replaced the receiver. “She’s hurt.”
“Oy vey! A terror attack?”
“Not exactly. She was shot in the arm.”
