10.DemagedGoodsThedustmites1dancedintherayofsunshinethatprovidedtheonlylightintherabbis2office.Heleanedbackinhisofficechairandsighedashestroked3hisbeard.Thenhetookhiswire-rimmed4glassesandpolishedthemabsentmindedly5onhisflannel6shirt.“So,”hesaid,“youweredivorced.NowyouwanttomarrythisgoodJewish7boy.Whatstheproblem?”Henestled8hisgrizzled9chininhishandandsmiledsoftlyatme.Iwanttoshriek.Whatstheproblem?Firstofall,ImChristian.Second,Imolderthanheis.Third--andnotleast,byanymeans--Imdivorced!Instead,Ilookedbackintohissoftbrowneyesandtriedtoformthewords.“Dontyouthink,”Istuttered10,“thatbeingdivorcedislikebeingused?Likebeingdamagedgoods?”Hesettledbackintotheofficechairandstretchedsothathewaslookingattheceiling.Hestrokedthescraggly11beardthatcoveredhischinandhisneck.Then,hereturnedtohisspotbehind