The large room slowly emptied as the people filed into the room next door and took their seats. The band packed up a couple of instruments and moved to a new location.
A happy murmured chatter filtered into the room she was left in, seemingly begging her to join in. To take part.
But she stood there, silently looking around, waiting... waiting... for what?
She didn't know herself. Resignedly, she took once last glance at the room and followed the rest to the next part of the evening.
The seats were all filled, so she took her place at the sidelines. Someone handed her a tefillah booklet along with a hurried "Im Yirtze Hashem by you." She whispered her thanks and opened the booklet. The words swam in front of her eyes. She shook her head, focused, and tried to say the tefillos. She couldn't think enough to say the words, however, because of some loud woman seated right at her elbow.
to be continued....
6 comments:
*sigh*
We've all been that person, haven't we?
Oh, and it really bothers me when people talk all through the chuppah. Have a little respect, folks...
I try hard not to talk I can't take it when ppl talk at a chupa, waiting till the next segment....
i say tehilim, OUT LOUD
Oh so your the shmuck that says tehillim out loud when everyone is trying to daven their own private tefilos...
Oh good, Dreamer -- now you can't needle me anymore about my TBC's. Waiting for the next installment to comment...
yeah, scraps, i guess we have.
i wish those people just wouldn't show...
swfm - i rarely talk. (at a chuppah, i mean. lol) it bothers me too.
LS - why?
allie - lol
basmelech - trouble with you, is that yours take forever to show... or never... mine's coming later tonite...
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