‘ --- back home , there was this boy . he’d just had his bar mitzvah , and ... every time we’d go to shul , he would try to get the wine at kiddush . every time ... a week before i left , i distracted his mother , and he got a small cup full and immediately spat it everywhere . ---- he looked so betrayed ! he --- he thought it was going to be like the grape juice he’d have . anyway , he --- he said i’d betrayed him by looking so happy drinking it . he wouldn’t talk to me until i was leaving to board my flight . ’ voice is laced with mischief and happiness as he chats his way through a story , nudging arm to rory’s shoulder as fingers move to fold his tallit , tucking it away in his side satchel , ‘ he writes pretty often . apparently they keep the wine on a higher shelf now . ’
@roryweisz .