Dovid stood there, bemused. Hey, he had no problem being called Rabbi. He just wasn’t sure exactly what a “sick chill” was
The was still nervous. Maybe one day, she’d breeze into Rebbetzin Weiss’s house all like, “Rebbetzin, I’m on the couch looking at old albums, don’t rush!”
But today was not that day. She sat as upright as she possibly could without actually banging into the table, but it was getting difficult. They say the last trimester is the hardest, but aside from the fact that she was taking up so much space, she was really enjoying this stage.
Rebbetzin Weiss appeared in a flurry of notebooks and bags and pens.
“So sorry to keep you waiting, I was just meeting with a kallah and we went overtime. I’m sure you remember how it is.”
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