“Come to the big sing-sing,” Joe suggested. “It’s exactly what you’re looking for. Painted faces, traditional jewelry, lots of feathers and battle cries, all very photogenic”
“You’re Sarah, right? Listen, you don’t know me,” said a shaky voice over the phone. “I’m a cousin of Udel’s. I understand that you were with her in that cul— in that group she be ...
A quiet chuppah in the desert, that’s what he’d envisioned. A few brothers and sisters, and a reception with a lot of what really matters and very little fluff
This didn’t quite look like his crowd, but somehow Itzik could see himself drumming together with them, being part of the circle and the pulsating sound