I sat in the antechamber on the cold stone floor feeling like a schoolboy about to face a beating from a Victorian Schoolmaster.
“It isn’t your fault for her erratic behaviour despite what social gossip says.”
The words of my Rabbi lead me to a small feeling of relief as I recalled them, he knew that for me to consult him I was desperate. I hadn’t been properly to temple for years. He suspected that he was here because of the react rumours and recriminations and my talk with him only confirmed this.
“Gossip will always occur but the truth will be always win out in the end.”