The girl can barely speak, the lump in her throat is so large. And she cries brokenly as she tells him that she’s reached a dead end
Still, the girl smiles as she types in her credit card information, and giggles as she tells her married friends. Because only she knows what this means for her.
A Week Earlier
This same girl goes to visit her rav. She’s been putting it off for months, years even, scared that if she started talking, she wouldn’t stop.
But now she drives three and a half hours, parks, and tramps through a rainstorm, then rings the bell.
The Rebbetzin ushers her in and the girl sits down. The Rav asks her what she wants to talk about, and she smiles and says, “lots of things.” She starts talking about shidduchim, and he listens with care.
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