Have I made a terrible mistake?
Rachel Levine was not one for second-guessing herself. She was determined confident — and as she never hesitated to point out — usually right.
From almost that first moment when Annie had come to her aid lifting her up from the Boardwalk with arms both strong and gentle — comforting arms Jewish arms — Rachel had marked her as the granddaughter she had always longed for the perfect wife for her Abie. She’d done all she could to hurry the match through.
Now as she carefully traced the arc of her lips with her fuchsia lip pomade and dabbed on the foundation and powder she felt the tiniest prick of an emotion so rare she could hardly identify it: doubt.
Usually impervious to others’ opinions (particularly to that of her son and daughter-in-law) somehow on this day of days the constant unrelenting opposition that Sammy and Dora had quietly shown to the match had sown something disquieting within her.
