Well Read

“I hear. Listen, Mirel, I’m at the Jewish Home, I gotta go.” Golda gave her phone a dirty look before dumping it in her bag and pushing open the double doors. Why did she ever bother asking her older sister for advice?

Golda slowed her pace as the automatic doors slid open. She’d always wondered why the home had two sets of doors — climate control? Security? But for her it signaled entering a realm where peace and serenity reigned. As she entered the clean, classy lobby of Beaumont Jewish Home for the Aged she felt the tranquility enter her bones.

Classic, understated decor, seating areas placed just so, and the fish tank! Could Golda be 53 years old and admit that she loved that glorious fish tank against the back wall? Enormous fish with colors so vivid they looked like they’d been painted. The aquarium epitomized the calm, quiet beauty she found here every Tuesday morning.

“Yonit, how’s your day? Any new names for me today?” Golda beamed at the receptionist.