Sometimes Pesel, when it was still warm, would bring her sewing to her grandmother’s, as she calls Yente, and work near her. She would tell her all kinds of stories, confide her plans. That she would like, for example, to live in a big city and be a great lady. Have her own carriage and dresses embellished with lace, and a small silk bag where she would keep a perfumed handkerchief, because she doesn’t really know what else a person would keep in such a little bag.
