W
hen Nesanel called, he wasn’t asking me if I had any suggestions for him. He already had a suggestion from a different shadchan, and he wanted to know if I knew her.
“Esther Greenberg? Of course. She’s wonderful,” I said warmly.
“But?” he prompted.
“But nothing,” I said. “What do you want to know?”
The truth is I was a little surprised. I knew Esther fairly well and had set her up twice before, and I knew Nesanel well too. I would never have thought of putting them together.
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