“B-b-but,” I sputtered, “how could we give them a shtar mechilah if they never even said I’m sorry? How do you forgive someone who never asked for forgiveness?”
Kalman covered the receiver with his hand. “Looks like we’re the last ones to find out about all this,” he mouthed. “Even the car rental company knew before us.”
“Let’s leave the technicalities aside for now,” Kalman said to Bryna. “I’d like to understand what happened here.”
Bryna cleared her throat. “Rivky has had some serious reservations about the shidduch ever since the engagement. Her parents and I initially thought that these reservations were just normal pre-wedding jitters, and we encouraged her to go ahead with the wedding plans anyway. But now, the week of the wedding, the parents saw that she was becoming a nervous wreck, and they realized that there was no way she could go to the chuppah like this. They figured that it’s better to call off the wedding now, rather than go ahead with it and end up in an even stickier situation.”
“Can you tell us what the kallah’s reservations were?”
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