This is not the field for a young lady with a sensitive stomach.
Nechama gifts her nieces with stickers and her nephews with books (they’re boys; they love anything gross), and returns with relief to the gore-free comfort of her nine-to-five.
Career-mania is over, and Nechama kicks herself. How did she forget? Everyone knows money can’t buy happiness! No; what she needs is a husband who can buy her jewelry — lots and lots of happiness-inducing jewelry.
Her daily shidduch forecast has been Cloudy With No Chance of Dates, though, and Nechama starts to doubt herself. Maybe she’s been too quick to nix ideas.
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