“This is exactly what it was like,” I said. “You really captured it.” Gela smiled. “It was so good to paint something happy,” she said. “Would you give this one to the bride and groom? Maybe they’d like a keepsake.” She passed me a watercolor of a bird’s-eye view of them as they walked together out of the chuppah, man and wife. “Tell them to keep it out of the sunlight. I make my own paints—they’re not very stable.” “I’ll do that,” I said, and Gela smiled briefly.
