Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Roisy and I were diametric opposites—she thrived with rules and I buckled against them. Even though we spent almost every shabbes of our lives on the sidewalk stoop together with the other girls, scratching spoons on cups of Italian ice and observing the families who walked by, it wasn’t until we were brides, equal in our preparation for a big wedding, that all we could do on our way to work near the Shopping Center was talk. I began to tell her a little of crumbs of forbidden material I pilfered from garbage cans and the hospital TV when my sister had appendicitis and a romance novel I found at an aunt’s house, and she listened with relish, wanted a nibble too, told me she planned to watch movies with her husband on the sly.
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