“Do you still think that I’m not completely crazy?”
Shaindy was a sister-in-law of Rebbetzin Schmidt, the director of a seminary in Beit Shemesh where I’d given a few workshops. “I’m the only one she’s told about the problem, Dr. Freedman,” Rebbetzin Schmidt told me. “Everyone else thinks there’s some kind of medical condition going on, but unfortunately, I know better.”
“Could you give me some kind of hint to you sister-in-law’s problem, Rebbetzin?” I asked.
“You’ll see immediately, Dr. Freedman,” she responded. “Just keep in mind that she’s not crazy or anything like that. She’s just got this weird thing with her hair.”
“She pulls it out and eats it?”
“Dr. Freedman! Are you some kind of prophet?”
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