“Lady, you have nothing to worry,” he says, switching to English. “You’re in safety hands. I’m driving 30 years. Don’t worry! Why you worry?”
At the end of that exhausting day, I informed my husband that I intended to have only girls from then on. You hear me?
Strange to hear this woman recounting a piece of my past. How many times had I wandered up and down that road with my friends?,
My old neighbor Sheva’le is in her forties, wears a sheitel, and has all the vivaciousness of an 11-year-old
There’s no supper, not in the oven, not in the fridge — not even on the agenda — as I enter my apartment at 5:30 p.m.
He knew when I was sick with cancer, and always seemed concerned about how I felt. “How you feel? Good? Your family? Good? Everything good?”
