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Meeting an old friend this morning
on a bench across the street.
She lives in Jerusalem. Years ago
we worked in an office together.
She’s the daughter of Holocaust
survivors, Orthodox Jews who came
to middle America. After college
she moved to New York, lived
on 86th Street, and met a man
in the elevator named Louis who worked
at Teacher’s, a restaurant bar down
the street. She and Louis were
a couple for a while and Louis
was her Chapter One.