Mom was a dark-haired, curvaceous looker, juicy, and in her prime. I learned to hate all religion and still do. We couldn’t understand why our father died and our mother sent us to this terrible place. We would secretly meet in the woods, hug each other and cry. They packed us off to an evil Hasidic summer camp where everyone made fun of us because we didn’t know their crazy prayers.
The rabbi who lived in the apartment below took over for him.
