"The people around here aren’t the 9:15-minyan kav, if you know what I mean”
It was late on Thursday night, and Shaindy wanted only to close the lights in her clean kitchen and go to sleep, but Heshy was just getting started. He’d been humming to himself all evening long, so she knew he had some sort of exciting plan in his
head, and now, as he started unpacking containers on her freshly scrubbed counter, she looked on curiously.
“Hesh what’s up, did you buy some cholent? I know that the young people like that on Thursday night, though Tatty always thought that it’s more kavod Shabbos to wait.”
He smiled at her politely. “I’m making herring, actually,” he said. “It’s something I’ve been doing lately, and I promised the chevreh I would do it this Shabbos for kiddush.”
Which chevreh? Which kiddush? Herring? Why couldn’t he buy herring?
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