N ow I’d like to talk about your families” said Faigy. She already had about ten legal-size pages of notes from her meetings with Miriam and me. I explained to her that talking about my family was like touching an open oozing wound.
“You’re not in contact with them?” she asked insisting on poking her finger right into the ooze but I forgave her because she’s a journalist and that’s her job.
“I’m in contact with them ” I said. “I—” I thought for a second then shut my mouth.
“When there’s a family simchah do you go?” she asked.
