A car turned the corner, slowing near her house. Her heart dropped. Buick, definitely from the ‘60s. This was not a good sign
She was hoping for mercy, hoping that, somehow, the dentist would understand her desperation and give her a break. She’d been told that this dentist in Woodmere, a short distance from her parent’s home, would be sympathetic.
They’d been in the waiting room for just a few minutes before the dentist called them in. When Chani saw him, her jaw dropped. As did his.
“Uh, Mrs. Steinberg?” he ventured. She nodded, still not quite believing her eyes. The dentist expertly filled Yanky’s tooth, and sent them off with regards, blessings, and, of course, no bill. Chani couldn’t believe the hashgachah.
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It had all begun many years ago, back when she was still Chani Hershkowitz, 22 years old, waiting for the right boy to come along. On this particular night she had a date, so she stood by the window squinting into the dark, waiting for that cautious-looking vehicle to turn into her driveway. She knew it was superficial, but she totally judged the boy based upon his car. With three younger brothers she knew all about cars and could tell the make and year from a single glance.
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