“The shadchan called ” Fraidy intoned slowly.

Yalli’s shoulders stiffened. “Yes?”

Fraidy’s mouth turned up in a jubilant grin. “It’s exactly what you’re looking for sheinkeit: money money and more money!”

“Baruch Hashem!” Yalli cried with jubilation. “When’s the wedding?”

“Oh” Fraidy said agitated. “I figured we’d meet first. Maybe find out some more details …”

“True” Yalli agreed. “Like we need to know whether it’s going to be at the Waldorf-Astoria or the Plaza Fifth Avenue.” She furrowed her brow. “It is important to have that worked out. Naturally.”

“Umm … do you want to know … his name?”

“I guess” Yalli sighed “But why are you always complicating things?”

“I’m sorry sheifeleh. Shall I tell them yes?”

“Of course!” Yalli announced.

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