As if Elisheva knows. She doesn’t even know that Dovi exists, that I had another baby after… after
The fabric store is stifling. Mimi walks among the bolts of material and it’s like everything, the heat, the dust, is caught and trapped within them. Windows would be nice. But no, these stores are like caves, so here she is holding a small blue swatch against the large rolls under the unforgiving fluorescents.
She’s going to match Malka and Debbie, her two girlies. How cute. The three of them in soft blue dresses, an adorable light blue outfit for Dovi, and matching ties for Aryeh and Mordy.
How is it Mordy’s bar mitzvah already? How is she up to this stage already?
Mordy, of course, already has his leining down pat, and he’s running full steam ahead, already set on which yeshivah he wants to go to next year. She sighs, trying to push that mess out of her mind and just focus on the fabric hunt.
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