It only took half an hour to get the glowing newlywed look complete, and at long last, she was ready to face the world
Golda Rosen prided herself on being a focused person. She wasn’t a big believer in labels; when Aryeh’s rebbeim would bandy about terms like ADD and dyslexic, she’d come home and implore her middle son to just focus.
She felt terrible about that now, especially after his divorce. Was it her fault? Could she have done more, been there more, seen more?
Dovid was adamantly opposed to guilt. “Jews move forward, Sedom looks back,” he liked to say. Which actually only added to her feelings of guilt.
Today, even with all of her prized focus, she somehow got lost in thought on the way home from the Butcherie and had wound up on Williston just when the boys’ school was let out.
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