“She really had me convinced she was my double,” Nechami murmurs, still stunned. “She stood here as if she owned the place
Achassidishe gentleman, around 60 years of age, comes along.
He’s glancing from side to side, looking for someone, it seems. He sees Nechami standing outside her building and cautiously, he approaches. “Excuse me,” he says. “Have you see someone… wandering around here? A young woman without shoes?”
“Umm…” Nechami says, her mind racing. He’s looking for someone without shoes. The woman she saw in the kitchen was wearing metallic blue slides, just like her own. Nechami hesitates for a moment.
“My daughter,” the man explains. “She left the house less than ten minutes ago.”
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