She wore a black leather jacket and tight jeans; her hair was cut fashionably short. With knees crossed, arms folded over her chest, and a tough, hardened expression on her olive-skinned face, I couldn’t figure out what she was doing here. She glared at me. I glared right back. It was love at first sight... A short fiction story in Family First's special "Before the Gates Close" theme section.
I was standing in a room full of people about to give my weekly Torah class to a group of beautiful Syrian women who I had come to love. This week Sandy had brought along her cousin from Israel who looked ready to pounce.
But I determinedly plunged in refusing to deviate one iota from my prepared lesson. It was just before Yom Kippur and I proceeded to recount the transformative experience that was my first Yom Kippur as a married woman hoping it would inspire them as it inspired me.
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