she really doesn’t know who in this house would have such particles of science, such bits of biology, in their possession

Raphael remains behind, pensive. He hopes his revelation hasn’t messed things up too much for Gedalya

“You want to bring him back here to put away the ice cream? But he went to learn, Nechami!”

She can’t believe her ears. “No way. We’ve never taken a bank loan. We’ve never even gone into overdraft or bought on credit with interest. You always said it’s halachically probl ...

I can’t tell Chaimke, because he’s sleeping, and anyway he wouldn’t understand. There’s nobody I can talk to about it. So I’ll just talk to Hashem

Chaya’s blissful dreams are getting more and more annoying as the wedding day draws near

The old Dudi is still in there, alive and kicking. You won’t tell me what to do, Ima. You won’t tell my wife what to do

“A sock isn’t a woman,” Chanochi announces. “It can’t be an agunah.”

After that, she lost all sense of structure. All the boundaries fell away, all the definitions. Inside. Outside. Reality. Imagination. Time. Mind. Body.

“Who knows?” Chaya had said lightly. “Maybe these old, retro tiles will come back into style”

Oof! Why doesn’t she have any connections to wealthy donors? Doesn’t anybody have a philanthropic fund tucked away somewhere?