Double Vision

Mendy: Why are you encouraging our son to look into a shidduch we know isn’t for him?

Reb Yehoshua: Your son wants something different and you just won’t listen.

Mendy

“Pesach’s on the way,” Minna announced, one icy evening in December. I blinked.

“Pesach? We’re just about done Chanukah.” I looked at Minna questioningly. Cleaning already? It didn’t look like it, and besides, Minna was efficient, but not extreme.

She laughed. “No, no, not Pesach Pesach, I mean Pesach bein hazmanim. Yossi. Shidduchim.” She stressed the last word so I couldn’t miss the significance.

I was surprised. “Is Yossi in shidduchim? We could give it another year, no?”