Where does the Hungarian end? Where do I begin?
Our conversation jumped hither and thither in our limited time, at some point touching upon reading, an activity I find necessary for my sanity.
Her eyes lit up. “You also like novels?”
“Are you kidding? Every Shabbos I neglect my children because I can’t put a book down,” I cheerfully replied.
She looked a little sad. “My family doesn’t get it.”
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