Yardsticks
I urgently tried telepathizing a warning to Shlomo, don’t get worked up. We wanted Shevy to marry their son, this was mortifying. Chesky was going to kill us
Vacancies
“Oh.” Talia glanced out the window. The tzedakah woman was still there, waiting to prey on other unsuspecting shoppers
All I Ask
“And what if a man isn’t blissful? What should he do about it?” Raizele cracked another egg
Win or Lose
Who would have ever believed that he, Yitzy Levinson, the boy who never paid attention in class, could have done such a thing?
Yardsticks
Friedman — another Friedman. One out of ten gowns I sewed was for a Friedman
