Everyone’s fear was that I’d turn into her
She glanced in the mirror and reapplied her lipstick. She was becoming her mother. But it wouldn’t hurt to look presentable
How could Karen tell her daughter that she never felt secure as a mother and as her next-door neighbor, Miriam Steiff bore witness to her failure?
Everyone except Esti Cohen, that is, but everyone else will be okay, and I’ll be the only single girl left on the planet, circling, circling…
I dubbed him “the Monster.” His hulking figure, his glee at my near failures, made him monstrous in my eyes.
This is a good chance to test out her teacher’s concerns. I watch her closely for signs of not hearing, or misunderstanding, as I launch into storyteller mode