“I’ve been to every single shadchan in the entire Israel. I doubt we’ll suddenly find a boy willing to date me.” Chava brought the book to face level, creating a blockade
From the entrance to her bedroom, Dini stared at the Styrofoam sheitel head, its expression bland and distant. Resolutely, she took a step closer.
“Hey Chavs, I’m heading out to visit Tatty,” she yelled over her shoulder.
“Seriously?” Chava’s voice was laced with… something. A question, an accusation, dashed hope, all wrapped in one.
Dini glanced again at the unseeing head on the shelf, then did an about-face, nearly colliding with her daughter.
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