“I’ll kill you!” Tevye shouted, waving his clenched fist in the air. “If you ever speak a word to my daughter again, I’ll rip out your tongue! If you ever dare touch her, I’ll cut off your hands!”
The threat echoed across the hillsides. “Your hands! Your hands!”
Tevye panted for breath. Why didn’t Hodel give birth already, so that he could flee this modern-day Sodom and Gomorrah? The longer they stayed in Shoshana, who knew what fate awaited his daughter?