In my room, I let myself be. There was no right, or wrong, no socially acceptable PC answers. There was no judgment, no awkwardness, just me.
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“M
y husband slept in your old room this past Shabbos,” an acquaintance told me.
“I hope everything’s okay,” I answered. “Who’s in the hospital?”
“His mother,” she said. “He enjoyed reading and looking at everything. Very interesting, he said.” She stressed the very and raised one eyebrow.
I smiled and gave a small laugh. “Yup,” I answered simply, because what’s there to say, it’s true.
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