I knew then that he was my soul and I was his voice.
“There’s no girl,” he said in mock-sorrow.
Ruth watched as the mobs came.
“It’s a permit to bulldoze my chicken coop,” said Dad. “The Mayor signed it.”
“Never mind the garden! Let’s have the story!” Shifra demanded.
“Did the other guy leave?” I asked the cabbie.
“No other guy,” he answered, in a Filipino accent, “We’re here.”
bs”d It is amazing to me, the smell of the hay. There are so many things I can no longer smell. They’ve just vanished, bit by bit from my reality. All of my senses are dulled, like I’m retreating from the world. I look up, the barn is still far away. A long walk Read more
“You still live here…with your parents?” Anna asked.
So, I was like “what the heck is going on here?”
“Providence will show you the error of your ways.”