Genius.
But seriously, what was I thinking when I said yes? I’d just told Pinny, “I can’t deal with the shadchan’s phone calls on top of everything. If Ezriel Steinbuch checks out, just let them meet.”
So there was no one to blame but myself for sitting on a chair at my oldest daughter’s vort. Doing a l’chayim and vort combo wasn’t my preferred way of celebrating either. But when every day literally counts, you do things you never imagined possible.
“So you’re trying to say you fooled me into saying yes?” I asked Mrs. Zieg.
“Nah!” She waved her hand. “This shidduch would’ve happened anyway. I’m telling you, like a puzzle, like a custom-made pair of gloves.”
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