No one could tell me what to do. But if visions of the future could yield answers, then who was I to argue? So I called Frank
I didn’t know what to do. I’d worn out my friends. My therapist was at a loss. I’d even asked my father to ask his rabbi for advice on my behalf.
“She shouldn’t leave him because he’s sick,” the rabbi told my father. “And she shouldn’t stay with him because he’s sick.”
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