This whole situation was super strange, but the fact was, I hadn’t done anything wrong
Tova didn’t breathe another word about Shabbos sheva brachos. We spoke often those days, with the wedding fast approaching and so many technicalities to take care of. But the hotel topic became an elephant neither of us touched.
“She’s hurt,” I told Shlomo as he dragged invitation boxes into our house. “She’s too diplomatic to bug us again, but I’m telling you, she’s really, really hurt.”
Shlomo plunked a box of envelopes onto the dining room table. “I feel bad, I really do. I get her completely, and understand where she’s coming from. But I still believe we did the right thing. I’m telling you, Mina, it’s all these exceptions that make takanos plans fall apart. We really had no choice.”
“But we aren’t following the takanos plan, Shlomo.”
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