Great, he’d said he was sorry, but it was just for that incident. Didn’t he get that this was the proverbial straw?
“The navi Hoshea. Can you imagine, Mama. He had a body, he lived and walked these hills, and here he rests”
Debra bit her lip and closed her eyes. “It’s like I’m a Ferrari in the carpool lane”
Had she been kidding herself all those years? Had she really never had potential to be anything more than an amateur?
As he moves, his tzitzis flap gently; they are dyed green, and she wonders why, for she has only seen tzitzis made of yellowing wool
And then, a rustle. Bilhah freezes. She blinks, trying to stare through the shifting shadows and the blackness. Someone is out here, with her