We each grabbed a handle of one of the large wooden double doors to the Bellmore Jewish Center at the same time. We glanced at each other and nodded in recognition but also in bewilderment. I wondered if she was there for the same reason I was. It was too late for either of us to be going for a bat mitzvah lesson. Youth group met on Sunday nights so I knew she wasn’t there for that. Since her mother dropped her off in the parking lot but did not come in, I assumed she hadn’t been dragged in to wait while her mother went to a Sisterhood meeting. She could only be there for the same reason I was and her awkwardness confirmed it.
What a touching, beautiful story.
You had me at wallabees!