Liv was headed to her dance class, where a young lad named Jeremy had been chosen by the teacher to be her dance partner for the show the club was putting on in two weeks. Liv’s eyes sparkled when she thought of Jeremy, especially when she thought of Jeremy seeing her waltz into dance class tonight.
The day Rabbi Wells’ daughter, Liv, decided to sashay out to the living room on her way to dance class in a mini-skirt was the day a cloud obscured the sun’s shine. His daughter’s eyes were sparkling. All Rabbi Wells saw was an approaching tornado.