Shevy twisted the bag around her finger and inhaled. “I’m not dumb. I know something’s wrong. You’re hiding something about the Engels. What is it? Tell me, I can handle it”
Chesky was calling for the 18th time, but I couldn’t answer before packing Rikki’s lunch, signing Chevy’s permission slip, and shipping Dina off to Morah with Hindy.
I nearly pushed the boys out the door so I could catch the 19th call. Abandoning the breakfast mess in the kitchen, I headed to my bedroom with the phone.
“Mina Genuth,” Chesky exclaimed, “what am I telling the Engels?”
I bit my thumb. “Tell them… I don’t know, say something vague. You’re the shadchan, this is your job.”
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