“I'll braid you one.”
“Stories are always braided together - one affecting the other.”
“I'll meet you at the altar""I'll be the one in white!”
“Goldene Haar!'' he exclaims and takes one of my long braids into his hand. I am not certain I heard right. Did he say ''golden hair'' about my braids?Are you Jewish? The question startles me. ''Yes, I am Jewish.'' How old are you? I am thirteen.'' ''You are tall for your age. Is this your mother?'' He touches Mommy lightly on the shoulder. ''You go with your mother.”
“her dangling braids the color of rain.”
“When you need to lose control, to let go, to fall apart, I'll give you that. And I'll catch you afterwards. But if you need to be the one in charge, I'll give you that too.”