Reuven was quiet. He hadn’t asked for the meeting, and he wasn’t going to make it easier for Heshy
Reuven would go out to eat, fine, but he would pick the place, he decided.
He had shown the text to Nechama, sure that she would find it as ludicrous as he did, but she took the opposite view.
She read each word of a text message out loud, like it was a telegram.
Hi Reb Reuven, I was wondering if you could spare a bit of time for me, perhaps we can do dinner? I feel like maybe we should talk — if it doesn’t work, I understand, thx for considering — Heshy
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