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Madame Chamberlaine and The Tissue Paper Mummy

Madame Chamberlaine was visiting again, but instead of enjoying her, I jumped every time someone spoke too loud. I shivered every time I heard whispers and freaked out every time I heard a window slam. You see, in the last three weeks, there were seven robberies on our street! Creepy, isn’t it? So I’m sure you don’t blame me for feeling nervous.

1 min read December 3, 2014

What would I do if a thief came into my home while everyone was asleep? What would I do if I was the only one home and he came then? What would you do? What would Madame Chamberlaine do? I asked her. She laughed her voice like bells in the room. “Chérie I will worry about it when it happens.” “Really Madame ” I begged. “You laugh but I don’t think it’s funny.” “Oh ma petite! Me neither. I just daven that Hashem shouldn’t send me any robbers. And if He does then I daven that He should help me.” That didn’t help me much. Because boy was I davening! Problem is we don’t always know what’s best for us. So I sat on the couch chewing my nails off and cowering at the tiniest creak coming from the basement.

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