"The people around here aren’t the 9:15-minyan kav, if you know what I mean”

Nechama suddenly realized where the story was going. Moishy hadn’t retired, he had died

"Heshy will be doing who-knows-what in my basement, learning karate or bee-keeping, and Chaim will assure me that it’s perfect, it’s his way, and I should just be tolerant”

Was this how it happened? Was this the moment that had been denied to her the first time around?

She didn’t need Chaim to get a job; she already had a job she wanted for him

We’ve seen a few tears over the years, but we’re also mature enough to know that the tears are part of the song.”

Clearly, something had happened at the meeting at which he assured her nothing would happen

Chaim held back, unwilling to do anything to make it look like he wanted to be their rav

"I don’t need a chavrusa, and I for sure don’t need a big talmid chacham like him, I’m happy to go to a shiur"