An old friend Eve
daughter of Romanian
Holocaust survivors
family ended up in an Omaha
displaced persons camp.
Then they moved to
Suburban Omaha,
joined an Orthodox synagogue
raised her to be
Beautiful Orthodox Woman.
We met at work in New York.
She made cholent for crowds
every Saturday in her apartment
and looked for a husband.
One day she met a handsome
non Orthodox
man in the elevator.
Born in Brooklyn
liked baseball earned
his living as a maître d
in a dark hamburger bar,
she loved him
and he loved her
he wasn’t religious
she was never
going to be less religious
she left to marry a man
her rabbi knew
in Jerusalem. Last week
we met for dinner.
She wanted to talk about
The man in the elevator.
She said
I love him Still.