I was distraught. I knew Esti, and I knew Simi. How could two quality girls have this kind of unresolved history?
Shani Leiman with Zivia Reischer
They were sitting in a lounge, ice cubes slowly melting in their drinks — the classic shidduch scenario. It was a comfortable lounge and the conversation was comfortable too, it was already their fourth date. But something was wrong.
Avi couldn’t figure it out. Esti was distracted and withdrawn. What had happened?
He decided to ask her directly. “Is everything okay?”
“What?” Esti looked back at him, trying to focus. “Sorry,” she stammered. But then she averted her gaze again.
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