Could, would Artie even consider a relationship with a girl who, when you got down to it, was not religious at all?
Both through personality and upbringing, Annie Levine was not a schemer. Raised by her Papa, the “ish ha’emes,” the man of integrity and unyielding honesty, she always took the straightforward path, saying what she meant, meaning what she said.
But… she’d also heard from so many of the boarders the old Eastern European epigram: “Fahr ah shidduch meikt min alles — you can do anything for a shidduch.”
And this was about a shidduch. More than just a shidduch — this was about Artie’s whole future.
She wanted so badly to talk to him, the boy she’d helped raise, about so many things. His job? Yes, he was making some money. Yes, he wasn’t unemployed. But did he really want to spend his life as a glorified janitor and handyman?
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