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NauenThen

In the neighborhood

When I was observing shiva, the seven days of mourning, after my sister died, a non-Jewish friend stopped over.

 

I happened to mention that no one had brought rugelach, & how unusual that was. What was a shiva without rugelach?

 

He didn't say anything, but the next day he showed up with an expression of "I'll never understand the Jews"—and handed me a giant bag of arugula.

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