"Who would want to be in an institution when they could live in a real home with their own family?”
Binyamin: You can’t expect us to become martyrs for your cause
t was Leah Gross on the phone again.
“Sorry to bother you, Yaeli,” she said. “I just knocked on your mother’s door and she didn’t answer. I doubt it’s an emergency or anything, but maybe pop over and check if she’s okay?”
I had just walked in from a four-hour shopping marathon with my kallah. We’d gone from the sheitel salon to the mall and then across town for her makeup trial. She looked radiant; I looked as exhausted as I felt.
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