I look at my face in those pictures and see my innocence: How I thought things would stay that way forever, sharing a journey with Etty, sharing our lives.
She wore the one with the “best” charm for one day, then took it off and hid it in her sock drawer. What if someone realized that nobody was wearing the “friend” charm?
At least now he’ll see that nonsensical, silly, irresponsible Molly had done well for herself, is married to a celebrated rebbi, has raised poised, wonderful, eidel children…