Crackpot
[…] Didn’t she go to all the weddings in the neighbourhood? All that she got wind of, anyhow, and that were big enough for the dance to be given in a hall or a synagogue basement. A lot of them took place in the synagogue Daddy went to just down the street. If she possibly could, Hoda liked to get there on time for the ceremony. It was beautiful…
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