People can spend weeks maintaining a polite, respectful distance, and in a span of a moment, are suddenly sharing their deepest secrets
“That was nice,” Faigy Korman said brightly. “It must feel good to see an investment pay off that quickly.”
She realized her husband was feeling down, but she misunderstood why.
“Mrs. Wasser is a doll,” she continued. “Do you know she runs a busy office, Hirsch from the medical billing, and she still goes in to Brooklyn sometimes? She’s the gantze macher of the business and they won’t let her leave, they don’t care that she moved to Modena. I can’t imagine, she has little kids and also helps with the yeshivah, she prepared the seudah for them Erev Yom Kippur. Really very special. And the spread she put out? It was elegant and the boys enjoyed too, Dovi didn’t touch my supper tonight and he couldn’t get enough of her sesame chicken. Incredible couple, the Wassers.
“Avi,” she said as she turned to face her husband, “you really found a star, you have great instincts. I don’t know how you sensed it, but you did.”
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