other than this infraction.....
he was quite stunning actually....
'movie star' handsome.....
women would swoon as he limped by....:}}
so on this particular Friday morning,
he was headed,
as per his weekly routine.....
to the kosher bakery on MAIN STREET....
as he approached.......
the aroma of freshly baked challah permeated the air around him....
nothing smelled, to Moishe, quite like that.......
of hearth and home and Shabbat.....
he was indeed a pious man....
and joyful....
albeit somewhat sad.....
as his wonderful wife had passed away only a year ago.....
leaving Moishe with a large, vacuous hole in his heart....
she had been a beauty......
(at least in his eyes...)
white skin......white as snow....
a tiny thing with very large hands....
oddly large hands...:}}
he smiled at the memory of those beloved, over sized hands....
but the rebbe had told Moishe,
in no uncertain terms......
that once the year of mourning had ended,
so must he begin his life again.....
with an uplifted heart.....
and gratitude for the great love which he had enjoyed....
as he entered the bakery.....
a vision caught his attention......
she was seated in the corner.....alone....
flaming, red hair.....
a bandanna tied around her neck.....
HUGE LIPS......
HUGE !!!!
to his great surprise, he felt a stirring.....
those lips......
MY GOD !!!
she was reading the paper.....
drinking a latte....
he noticed quickly that she wore no wedding band...
he wondered, surreptitiously,
whether she, too,
had a limp......
