Independent study semester meant a New Yorker stranded in rural Mississippi. No local synagogue.
Shin.
No family parties. No Bubby’s brisket. No dreidel.
Nun.
Sadie resentfully trudged through the grocery store, finding latkes ingredients, but no sufganiyot.
Half her items.
Hey.
She absent-mindedly unpacked her basket at checkout, scrolling through her socials.
“Potatoes, onions, oil, sour cream, and applesauce,” the cashier remarked. “Happy Hanukkah ?”
Startled, Sadie looked up from her phone, locking eyes with the handsome cashier.
“I have a few jelly donuts stashed in the back. Happy to share.”
Sadie flashed him a smile. A Hanukkah miracle.
Gimmel.
For more those who nay be interested, Johannah included this link to information on Hanukkah, latkes, sufganiyot, and the dreidel game:
https://www.chabad.org/holidays/chanukah/article_cdo/aid/102911/jewish/What-Is-Hanukkah.html
What a fine story, Johannah. You had all the words you needed. Artfully done!