‘Please G-d,’ I begged, ‘Tell me why?’
“Don’t forget, everyone is crazy!” he reminded his loyal servant. “Give them a t-shirt and get the heck out of there.
And then they squeezed into the car.
I wanted to repair the injustice in the world.
“I see. I’m sorry. Is it hard for you to hear she’s getting married?”
But I saw a future. I saw a future where he could play.
“We’re going to make an example of Mr. Duncan,” I say.
Does taking that journey to our own parched inner wasteland makes us a tzaddik?
“They’re all the same,” Sharon told Esther.
It was very dark outside, almost pitch black. Marcia covered her mouth for a moment to contain her silent scream. Somewhere in the distance, the waves made a dull splashing sound as they hit the breaker.