Over the Top

There’s a woman I’ve known for years whose father was a great mekubal.

This woman and I took to each other from day one though at the time my Hebrew was probably unintelligible.

I remember I bought the most beautiful sweater once but no matter what I did it just wasn’t me. So I gave it to her. She wore it for her son’s bar mitzvah.

Anyway I saw her yesterday at the fruit-and-vegetable store. And her eyes were bulging.