I insisted on one thing: They could have fun, hang out, party, whatever, but they had to date with focus
Shani Leiman with Zivia Reischer
“Excuse me.” The girl behind me in line edged her cart around mine. “I’m just trying to get that gum over there.”
“Oh, sorry.” I snagged it from the shelf near the checkout and handed it to her. “Wait, you look familiar…”
She looked at me and shrugged. “Judy Weisserman?” she said, like a question.
Oh — Weisserman. It clicked. “I think we used to be neighbors,” I explained. “Maybe ten years ago. I’m Shani Leiman.”
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