Imagery of any kind was forbidden in her house. Photographs. Paintings. Sculptures. There were a couple of needlepoints of flowers in the dining room, a piece of black velvet painted with the Western Wall and sewn with spangles. She’d barely convinced Yidel to allow their wedding portrait to be hung in the privacy of their bedroom. Now, flustered, she mistook the word pelvis for peltz, a fur, and thought Val was talking about the way goyim liked to pose their naked babies on bear rugs.
