![]() ![]() What Howard and Barbara never considered was that it wouldn’t have occurred to Dana to worry about attending services on the High Holidays. Plus it had a nursery school, Howard had said with a gleaming smile. But since the annual fee at B’nai Israel included tickets for the High Holidays, the in-laws reasoned, the membership almost paid for itself. If only Dana and Jonathan lived closer, Barbara had lamented, they could come to Temple Beth El for services. Their synagogue dues have been paid for by Jonathan’s parents, Howard and Barbara. Dana had said it was an elaborate way to feed ducks.īut now she is five years into her marriage and wonders if redemption is possible. What forgiveness might look like. Jonathan had said it was a nice excuse to take a break from the busyness of life, to experience a sense of renewal. She wasn’t too stressed about her name being inscribed for another year into the Book of Life, whatever that meant. ![]() As far as she could see, they were both good people without much to apologize for. The ceremony, in which bits of bread are thrown into a body of water, didn’t move Dana the way it moved Jonathan. The first year they were married, Jonathan had pulled her along to the tashlich service, the symbolic casting away of sins at the start of the Jewish new year. Save for Dana and Jonathan they are either families with children or gray-haired empty nesters. Below them, a few dozen members of their congregation lace the shoreline of Rock Creek. ![]() Dana and her husband, Jonathan, stand next to each other on a footbridge, separated by a loaf of stale bread and a gulf of regret. ![]()
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