Hannah slams into Luke’s back as he stops suddenly just inside of his living room. ‘Ohh, I’m so sorry.’ Hannah steps back quickly, stumbling a... her foot hit’s a toy dump truck. ‘Damn, I’m sorry.’ Luke turns just in time to grab her arms and haul her up hard against his chest as she starts to fall backward. Knowing instantly that it was a mistake as he feels her small frame pressing tightly against his own. He looks down into her upturned face, her soft pink lips parted slighted. His brain. “What?” she asked with a gentle smile.Talia jumped in startlement at the touch, then blushed bright red as she met her mother’s smile. “Mark, we’re being rude.” she giggled.“What? Oh, sorry.” Mark chuckled abashedly as he came back to the here and now.“Quite all right, and understandable.” Nemia laughed. “But since you chose to speak of it, what were you finding funny just now?”“Oh. Well it was just after I had first succeeded in joining us, after much effort.” Talia revealed, her blush. Browsing in a mall a few days later I saw something that inspired me, and that same afternoon we went back to the jeweler’s shop with my design. On a delicate silver chain, I described what I had in mind, a little heart-shaped pendant with a tiny pearl tucked inside the heart. Could he do it? Christine watched as he sketched an idea on a pad on the table in his cluttered workshop, and we refined the design and the craftsman complimented me on my artistry. He suggested some little variations in. It was around quarter to ten. It had taken me a while to finish being made up.I walked through the front door of Har Zion Synagogue. I opened my talis bag and took out a knit, designer yarmulke and secured it to my hair with a bobby pin. Then I took out the talis, drew it over my shoulders and wrapped it around my arms. I put the bag in my coat pocket.I had been given a moustache and a full, bushy beard and a pair of glasses that didn't do anything but help obscure my identity. I was also aged.