*!🤡!*Chapter Seven ;
Stanley's Bar Mitzvah
"Richie, you might have just saved me from ripping my own foot off."*!🤡!*
Ophelia entered the synagogue with her Mom next to her. Jocelyn waved at Richie's Mom, and they sat next to each other with Richie and Ophelia next to them.
"Hey, Rich." Ophelia greeted, brushing her straightened auburn hair over her shoulder.
"Hi Lia, where's Murphy?" He asked.
"Mom said I should leave him at home because they would have made him stay outside." Ophelia answered.
"Aw, look at them. So cute in their matching colours." Richie's Mom stated.
Both Richie and Ophelia looked down at their outfits before looking at each other, groaning.
"Are you fucking kiddding me?" Ophelia muttered as Richie groaned. "That's so embarrassing."
A moment of silence passed between them, neither of them knowing what to say. It wasn't awkward because they had spoken to each other nearly everyday since the argument and both of them had agreed that they were just scared and didn't want to die.
"Do you know if anyone else is coming?" Ophelia questioned, causing Richie to shake his head.
"I think it's just us two. But I don't know, I haven't spoken to any of the others since that day."
Everyone goes silent as Stan walks onto the podium. He scans the audience quickly before his eyes land on Ophelia and Richie, he smiles, glad that two of his friends came to support him.
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"Reflecting on the meaning of what I just read, the word 'Leshanot' comes up a lot, which means 'to change, to transform.'"
Richie and Ophelia sat next to each other, listening to Stan as he made his speech.
"Which makes sense, I guess, because today I'm supposed to become a man." Stan paused, glancing around at the all of the people.
"It's funny, though. Everyone, I think, has some memories they're prouder of than others, right? And maybe that's why change is so scary. 'Cause the things we wish we could leave behind... the whispers we wish we could silence... the nightmares we most want to wake up from, the memories we wish we could change... the secrets we feel like we have to keep, are the hardest to walk away from. The good stuff?"
Ophelia and Richie glanced at each other as Stan paused.
"The pictures in our mind that fade away the fastest? Those pieces of you it feels easiest to lose. Maybe I don't want to forget. Maybe if that's what today is all about, forget it, right?"
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