Kivi had felt a stab of jealousy. He wanted to make l’chayims that way, with an expression of we-won’t-talk-about-it-on-Shabbos-but-we-really-have-big-things-going-on, cozy as Sit ...
Kivi had waved his hands — big deal, everyone is entitled to make a parnassah — but inside, he’d felt a prick of annoyance. This was going to be his concept. His place to make a m ...
The thought of Wagner standing off to the side, whispering little pieces of landlord advice, didn’t thrill Kivi. Yet how could he say no to his oldest, closest friend?
His mother-in-law had called a month ago to ask him to speak at the sheva brachos they were hosting. “You’re always so funny Kivi, you can represent us”