Kivi knew that the resentment he felt was really envy. Malky had accepted his family and he was still struggling to accept hers

He’d wanted to tell her that someone good enough at being passive-aggressive doesn’t have to be pushy, but she was already on to the next thing

An interview, Moish had read online, isn’t just to be heard, but to hear. Go in with the attitude that they need you, too. He was ready

This was different. This was a new game, with new rules, and there weren’t too many people he could ask

“Kivi, he’s great, I agree. But I’m not sure that I can look him in the eye and say why I want Instagram, it’s too weird”

“He’s this cute little chassidishe guy, not what I expected,” Kivi was saying, “but I see what you mean. There’s something about him”

All his friends were from before, old friends from yeshivah who’d known him before he’d been swallowed up, dismantled, and reassembled as a Halb

“Listen Kivi, this will be whatever you make of it, it’s an opportunity and you have to decide whether to grab it”

“Wow. That’s pretty nasty. Whatever, I’m very excited about your father’s plan; sorry you can’t see my enthusiasm” It was quiet, then

Kivi decided to go for the joke. He was the youngest son-in-law and he didn’t have business talk to share with his father-in-law