I want a detailed and unfiltered report. I wanted it so badly. I wanted to discover what it was about me that made my days just an endless chain of same, of boring predictability, of getting nowhere, ever
Because I was just a school librarian, I did my thing and kept the peace. Steady, secure, predictable routine. Same, same, same, day in, day out.
“Chaim?”
“What?”
“Don’t you think we need to discuss the future? A plan for marrying off our children?”
“Cross the bridge when we get there?”
I gave an exasperated sigh. “Come on, Chaim, be realistic. My librarian salary and the money you make writing mezuzos and tefillin covers us for now, but it won’t get our kids to the chuppah.”
He leaned back. “Well, there’s our life insurance plan. And we’ll make takanos weddings….”
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