It’s hard to believe that I’m actually part of the inner circle, an active part of the discussions, a dynamic contributor, if I may say so myself
My group of friends is clustered together near the radiator, deep in conversation. We talk about clothing, styles, fashion, our Shabbos get-togethers, and all things wealthy, impressive people talk about.
I show them how to do the perfect, messy bun.
“Leave a bit of hair out from the left,” I instruct, pulling a kinky strand out of Shani’s hair. It zigzags through her entire face like a highway going coast to coast.
“Now,” we all agree unanimously, “You look like a mensch.”
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