文档介绍：10. Demaged Goods
The dust mites1 danced in the ray of sunshine that provided the only light in the rabbi's2 office. He leaned back in his office chair and sighed as he stroked3 his beard. Then he took his wire-rimmed4 glasses and polished them absentmindedly5 on his flannel6 shirt.
“ So,” he said, “ you were divorced. Now you want to marry this good Jewish7 boy. What's the problem?”
He nestled8 his grizzled9 chin in his hand and smiled softly at me.
I want to shriek. What's the problem? First of all, I'm Christian. Second, I'm older than he is. Third--and not least, by any means-- I'm divorced! Instead, I looked back into his soft brown eyes and tried to form the words.
“ Don't you think,” I stuttered10, “ that being divorced is like being used? Like being damaged goods?”
He settled back into the office chair and stretched so that he was looking at the ceiling. He stroked the scraggly11 beard that covered his chin and his neck. Then, he returned to his spot behind the desk and leaned toward me.
“ Say you have to have surgery. Say you have a choice between two doctors. Who are you going to choose? The one right out of medical school or the one with experience?”
“ The one with experience,” I said.
His face crinkled12 into a grin. “ I would, too,” he locked his eyes with mine. “ So in this marriage, you will be the one with experi ence. That's not such a bad