Lunch
The background noise,: the choir, Todah I heard your voices and prayed on the crashing of pots, the roaring of trucks Halleluyah and there was so much of life in it, more than remaining years. I felt like shouting with glee but dared not. There were too many years in the room. It was a prayer of thanks, Todah for tumult. And the hearing aid would squeal whenever I would smile.
