Close Call
Ahuva didn’t have a problem with her mother. She was the problem. She had a handicap. She didn’t know how to handle people
Close Call
If I wondered how her husband felt toward our relationship, I shoved my worries aside. That was Ahuva’s concern, not mine
Close Call
“I’m getting married,” Ahuva said simply. “I’m old enough to choose my friends”
Close Call
“There’s nothing wrong with you. I’ve been cruel to you by imposing a relationship on you. I can’t help it. This is how I am. All or nothing”
Close Call
Was it my imagination or did my mother look bewildered? There was nothing wrong with Ahuva. There was no reason my mother shouldn’t approve of our friendship
