"As long as I consider him my rav, I can’t go against what he says— and he put his signature on a letter against Gemara learning for women”
“No, don’t say it,” Chaya pleads. She picks up the garbage bag on her way out and touches the mezuzah with the other hand.
“I will say it,” Moishy says.
“Please don’t,” she says, crossing the threshold. He’s right behind her, heading out to second seder. She puts the garbage down next to the wall, opens her handbag and takes out her key.
“Did they land yet?” he asks, picking up the bag she put down. “Let me take this.”
“Yes, they landed,” she says, locking the door, stroking the nameplate she made herself. “Shpinder,” it says. She follows him down half a flight.
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