Spinning, Washing, Pouring, Making, Serving
Published in Issue #18 subscribe to unlock the full storyTamara poised her pen over a blank piece of paper. She pulsated with a mixture of excitement and anxiety and she wasn’t going to let Menachem’s nervous flittering a foot away take this from her. Tamara had waited for these blissful days since she was a little girl. Of course she had pictured her groom bluer eyed and perhaps a little broader through the shoulders, but there was still time for Menachem to undergo a growth spurt. Tamara’s sister, Hannah’s husband Hillel, grew a full foot after their wedding. There was hope for Menachem.
Tamara looked over at him as he feverishly read through a tractate. His beard was sparse in some areas on his cheeks and his kipa sat slanted over his already thinning hair. Beads of sweat ran down his temples and over his patches of acne. But his nose was straight and his hands were strong. Tamara suspected that Menachem would get better looking as he grew older, since, as youth was fleeting, they would know one another longer in old age.
Menachem turned to Tamara with a face of worry, “You don’t have your period right now, do you?”
She looked him straight in the eyes and took a moment to consider how to answer. Did she show her displeasure in his question or simply answer it? Since last night she’d had a nagging fear in her core that Menachem could call off the wedding.
Tamara hadn’t intended to cause this rift between them. But last night, when Menachem came to visit with...
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