Ari’s anger swelled. “Random people?! You texted the girl I’m dating! You texted my shadchan! What’s wrong with you?”

Ari’s brother Naftali had always been the practical joker of the family, and that was something Ari usually got a kick out of. But this time he’d gone way too far. Ari stormed into the den and — unbelievable! Naftali was lounging on the couch, in plain sight, with Ari’s laptop open on his lap.

The 21-year-old looked up with an affable grin. “Hey, I’m booking Utah for bein hazmanim. Wanna come?”

Blood pounded in Ari’s head, and he felt like someone was squeezing his lungs. “I knew it! I knew it was you!” he hissed.

Naftali quickly closed the laptop and scooted back so he could sit up straight. “What? What are you talking about?”

Ari’s eyes blazed. “Don’t play stupid with me. I knew someone was logging into my computer to use my phone account and sending messages. It had to have been from my computer — all my passwords are autosaved. And I would’ve been dan l’chaf zechus if I didn’t catch you right now literally red-handed with my laptop! I should have known it was you all along.”

Naftali looked confused, but then again, he’d always been a great actor. “I have no clue what you’re talking about. Calm down! Can you talk to me like a normal person for once in your life?”

Ari sneered. “You’ve always been jealous of me, even when you were a little kid. I should’ve known you’d take it too far, like you always do. Can’t you just let me be happy? Is that too hard for you?”

Ari stalked toward him to snatch the laptop away and find the incriminating evidence, but Naftali was getting incensed himself, and he practically threw it at him. “I’m sick of this psycho behavior,” he snapped. “Just because you’re the oldest, you think you can get away with whatever you want? You’re obsessed with yourself! I don’t care enough about your life to try to send fake messages to random people. Besides, I’m not eight! I have better things to do with my time.”

Ari’s anger swelled. “Random people?! You texted the girl I’m dating! You texted my shadchan! What’s wrong with you?” he thundered.

Naftali rolled his eyes. “Are you in the middle of a fever dream? I have no idea what you’re talking about. I never logged into your messaging account, and I have no interest whatsoever in getting involved in your narishkeit.”

Ari scoffed. “I don’t believe you. I hope you’re happy if I’m single forever, and it’s all because of you.”