Monster Fryder returned from Temple. Noisy and boisterous he walked up the stairs humming a Shabbat tune followed by Oriel and Malcolm’s playful noises. Hearing his voice made my stomach turn, but I emerged from room dressed and ready to participate in the weekly meal that Mother worked so hard on Friday to prepare. The house smelled great and the peaceful morning atmosphere was interrupted by his loud entrance. It’s up to us to give it the thought we wish to think. Our thoughts are the only... Sign in to see full entry.