Rewind

My dating life is a wreck. My job’s a failure. And now there’s a high school reunion

— Journal of Henry David Thoreau, 1851

I know, I know. Not all motorcycle riders are makpid not to weave through traffic; that does show middos. I agree. I totally agree! And middos are everything! Yes, Mrs. Schwartzkopf! Agreed!

I sagged against the wall in the teacher’s room, phone dangling in my hand.

“I need to go, I’m supposed to be in class,” I broke in. That was true; I was lucky the secretary had been out when my cell rang during the school assembly and I’d escaped to her empty office to talk, especially since my phone, as of yesterday morning, only worked on speaker mode. “But I don’t— ”

“And yichus, did I mention Zelli’s uncle is the man in the streimel ad on the 13^th Avenue billboard—”