A late-night street-corner encounter.
Beautiful long legs, clear olive skin, perfectly proportionate figure. Then I see her face, a huge bruise right across her right cheek and nose. It still looks fresh. I imagine some dissatisfied john or pimp beating her in a fit of rage. Our eyes meet.
Itchie has a dolly.
He calls her Dolly.
Itchie loves his Dolly.
He plays with her all the time. He also has a friend.
His friend is the little Jew with the backpack.
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Green Tuesday
Chaim Mayer’s mother usually calls in on Thursdays to remind him to pick up the lokshen kugel for Shabbos, or of a family member’s shulem zucher, which s’volt gepast that he attend.
The Departed
A report on the Footsteps organization and the lives of those who leave the ultra-Orthodox world. Article by Orli Santo.
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