Nechama suddenly realized where the story was going. Moishy hadn’t retired, he had died
Nechama, unused to being the center of attention, was leaving the health club when she sensed that a woman was staring at her. This went on for a full minute, until Nechama reached the door of her car, where the unfamiliar woman stopped her.
“Sorry, Mrs. Stanger?”
“Yes.” Nechama, post exercise, not really down for a chat, tried to smile pleasantly. “Stagler, it is. Good morning.”
“Um, thank you for letting your husband take that position, we’ve been waiting for someone to come make seder. I’m sure it’s not easy. Anyhow, can we talk for a minute?”
Feeling confident, Nechama nodded politely. “Sure, can we meet at my home in half an hour, I’ll be happy to prepare coffee. Just tell me how you like it.”
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