“Hello, Raizy,” the voice at the other end greeted me. I definitely hadn’t heard that voice before and wondered who she was and what she wanted
When I reached the door to the stairs, I found it was closed. Not only that, but it was locked, and we did not have the key
Not that Raizy is the only queen in our class. There are others too; others who, shall we say, the teachers actually approve of
“G-d willing, I will marry a Judeo, and give my eldest daughter this ring so that she may continue the line”
I was always intrigued by the ring. Mother rarely took it off, and when she did, she always hid it away inside a little blue jewelry box
Was it her fault she felt everything so deeply? How could she explain to anyone that she simply couldn’t help getting affected by things?
