Ahuva didn’t have a problem with her mother. She was the problem. She had a handicap. She didn’t know how to handle people
If I wondered how her husband felt toward our relationship, I shoved my worries aside. That was Ahuva’s concern, not mine
Smile, my brain screamed. Your best friend is getting married!
“I’m getting married,” Ahuva said simply. “I’m old enough to choose my friends”
“There’s nothing wrong with you. I’ve been cruel to you by imposing a relationship on you. I can’t help it. This is how I am. All or nothing”
Was it my imagination or did my mother look bewildered? There was nothing wrong with Ahuva. There was no reason my mother shouldn’t approve of our friendship