Becky has recently taken to riding her bike around the neighborhood. Weather being what it’s been the last few days, she obviously doesn’t wear track-suits on her rides.
We live about half a mile away from a synagogue. There are some people who drive to services there, but many people walk, so on Saturdays and on holidays, we see a greater number of pedestrians on the streets than usual.
Imagine a group of adolescent Jewish boys, in their formal temple-going attire, walking to attend a service. Towards them, in the opposite direction, comes a leggy, pretty teenage girl on a bike, wearing shorts and a tank top.
They stare. She notices. She smiles and waves. They keep staring.
One of them walks into a tree.