![]() "We are flabbergasted, Leah," Aunt Fraidy said. It was infuriating to be held accountable for my transgressions by people who were breaking the law at the same time. Jewish law forbade reading other people's letters. ![]() The letters were a sin punishable by God, but no one else. I had bared my soul in those secret letters to my best friend's older brother asking Naftali what basis he had to claim that college was permissible and how his perspective on Israel, as a modern Orthodox Jew, varied from the ultra-Orthodox yeshivish view with which I was raised, and revealing, in my eager interrogation of his favorite holidays and hobbies and music, my unabashed interest in him. "Your letters," Aunt Fraidy said, "to her son, Naftali." What papers had my best friend's mother found? She was cleaning house and found some papers she thought we should know about." ![]() My parents, concerned about the influence of my modern Orthodox classmates in our hometown of Pittsburgh, had sent me to live with my aunt's family in Manchester, the ultra-Orthodox environment that matched my parents' yeshivish strict values. "Aunt Fraidy!"Īunt Fraidy had been my host in my last year of high school. ![]() "It's for you," Goldy shouted from the kitchen. I was in Jerusalem staying with my oldest sister, Goldy, for the summer. ![]()
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