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And then I do what I’ve started to do on my visits to my grandmother. I sing

The burglar made off with every piece of jewelry I owned. Everything

You’re trying to protect your mother’s privacy — but I know what’s really going on

And hey,” she shrugs, slaps the mirror closed, “it doesn’t hurt to hope, right?”

No, I decide, I can’t replace this pan, particularly when it still works in spite of decades of use

Sari shot Avi a rueful glance. They both knew full well that after the wedding, their bochurim rarely showed up again