The Interior of Design
“Nice, isn’t it?” Shua had just come home from the mikveh, his peyos shining with moisture and his eyes with expectation On Erev Shavuos she found it, wrapped in heart-spangled silver paper, on the tray. Just before lighting the candles, she slipped her fingers under the folds of the wrapper, tearing a heart
Miri Lichtman
The Interior of Design
“Nice, isn’t it?” Shua had just come home from the mikveh, his peyos shining with moisture and his eyes with expectation On Erev Shavuos she found it, wrapped in heart-spangled silver paper, on the tray. Just before lighting the candles, she slipped her fingers under the folds of the wrapper, tearing a heart