Havdalah. Four hot chix hold the candle. My friend Susie* says, "Raise it up high to the height of your bashert."
She turns to me and says, "How tall are you?"
She raises her hand to the height of the top of my head and then brings it over to the candle and raises it up.
"Six four," she says.
"Don’t you want to marry someone Jewish?" I ask.
