If a French lady of a certain age invites you to her country house for lunch, do not say no. And even if it's the holiest day of the year and you are supposed to be fasting, I'm pretty sure that, in the long run, all will be forgiven.
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Whoa, Anne -- is that where you were for lunch? Oh, pray tell.
Details, please! What did she serve? What did she wear? What did you learn?
Yes, now you have our attention, we need the details. Lovely little abode, n'est-ce pas?
hopefully there will be more forthcoming....don't leave us hanging...
Nice little country place.
Stay tuned.
Will be waiting to hear the details!
Somehow I think in the whole scheme of atonement, and needing to both account for ones choices, and to reflect and repent to receive atonement, you made the wiser of the choices and followed the spirit of Kippur if not the letter. :)
(I was thinking about writing something like: "Score One for the Kippur!" but then it seemed silly, lol. Still, there I go writing it anyway! :D I'm glad you got to do this, and thank you for the rest of the story in the subsequent post.)
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