Should she be angry at the world? Outraged? Wanting more, wanting less. Where was goodness, if there was indeed such a thing? If not, then why did she care so much about it?
“Raizel, dear?”
The girl sits on her bed, playing with her hands like she is an infant.
“Come with me. I have something to show you.”
Raizel follows Hannah downstairs and follows her prompt to sit down at the Shabbos table.
Hannah hands the girl a small linen tablecloth — not large enough to be unwieldy but sufficiently large for a small table. She lays out a rainbow of embroidery cotton, an embroidery needle, and a small wooden hoop. She takes a sharp pencil and hesitates.
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