From: Mommy Mrs. Richter called 2 ask if u'd rather go out Sun than Motzei Shbs?
Ruchi glanced down as her phone lit up in her lap. She'd put her phone on silent, but kept it accessible. Her class was davening and she was grading papers, but she was waiting for a text from her good friend Batsheva.
Batsheva had been dating this guy for a little over a month now, and it sounded like, at least from Batsheva's perspective, that they were getting engaged any day now. Ruchi had spoken to her yesterday evening before Batsheva had gone out on what had been her eleventh date, and she'd said she'd text Ruchi when she got back. At 2 AM, a text Ruchi had only seen when she'd woken up this morning, Batsheva had texted her "Ur probly asleep by now. Things went well! Update in the AM?"
Now Ruchi sighed, and discreetly replied to her mother's text.
A minute later, she received a reply.
"He wants 2 do an activity. Day date ok w/ u?"
Ruchi typed "k, 2 PM?", and sent it. Why hadn't Batsheva texted her yet? She was so curious what was going on. Was Batsheva still sleeping? Had she forgotten to text her? Ruchi started a new message.
To: Batsheva G'morning! Just wanted u 2 know I'm thinking of u!
A few of her students were finishing sh'monei esrei, so Ruchi slipped her phone in her bag. She'd catch up with Batsheva later.
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Shoshana returned Mrs. Ostroff's tight smile as she dumped her bag at her desk. She'd emailed her last night asking if it'd be okay if she took off an extra hour and half for lunch today. She'd been okay with it, though not very gracious. Mrs. Ostroff couldn't understand why Shoshana let things spill into her working time. It wasn't her first choice, but like in cases like today, it was the only time that worked for her sister's family session.
Shoshana opened up her inbox and got to work. She sifted through emails from potential customers, sorting them so she could attack each section effectively. The phone rang, and she stopped what she was doing to pick it up.
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"G'morning Akiva'le." Mrs. Kagan greeted her son as he walked in the door from shul. "How was your chavrusa-sheft?" Akiva put down his tefillin bag and made a beeline for the kitchen. "Good, Ma. Tzvi's really working out," Akiva said as poured Raisin Bran into a bowl. Mrs. Kagan sat down next to him as he poured milk into his cereal and began to shovel food into his mouth.
Akiva raised his eyebrows at his mother. He knew what was coming. As he expected, her next words were, "So, I started looking into the Goldberg girl, and I think this one really sounds promising." Akiva sighed. "Okay, let's have it," he said to his mother. "Specs?"
Mrs. Kagan grimaced at his choice of words but started telling him about the girl all the same. "Well, she's 22, 5'5", supposedly really pretty, warm, smart, motivated, has personality, great middos, a tzanua. The family sounds really nice. She's an OT, and based on the research I've done, I think it's a great idea."
"Okay...so, fine, I'm available most evenings next week." Mrs. Kagan grinned. That had been easier than she thought it would be. But then, getting him to go out on the initial date was hardly the struggle. It was the continuing past date one or two that was the difficult part.
Akiva got up to rinse his bowl in the sink. He went to grab his stuff and was halfway out the door before she could talk to him further. "Oh, Akiva, by the way, she's from out of town, but you don't care about that, do you?" "Bye, Ma," he started to call. "Wait, what?" He paused in the doorway for a second. "She'll come in though, right? Yeah, that's fine. Let me know when you have an answer from them." Mrs. Kagan sighed. "I told them you'd go to her for the first date..." she mumbled to herself, as her son was already starting the engine to his car.
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Meira rummaged in her bag for a pen and yawned. She had too little sleep last night. She was up late doing homework, again. She felt like the work for college was never-ending. Meira glanced over at her seat mate Bracha to ask if she had another writing utensil, when she noticed that Bracha looked really glum.
"Psst, you okay?" Meira whispered. Bracha glanced at her. She barely knew Meira, she wasn't about to spill her sorry shidduch stories to her. "Ya, just tired," she whispered back. "Okie, do you by any chance have another pen?" she asked cheerily with her signature grin.
Professor Earlbach frowned in their direction without interrupting his droning. Bracha handed Meira a pen quietly and turned her attention to her notebook. Meira studied Bracha's posture. Something was definitely up. She leaned over discreetly to study Bracha's doodles. Hearts and curlicues meant relationship issues...a name meant a relationship that was further along. Meira noticed that Bracha was absently doodling boxes and squares. Conventionally that meant she was trying to work through an issue, but was she reading too much into this?
Meira sat back in her seat and tried to pay attention to her professor. Maybe she'd have less work to do if she concentrated better in class. She'd found that she had to teach herself the material from scratch when doing her work and studying for tests.
The girl sitting on her other side kicked Meira softly. Meira glanced at Tobi. Her eyes were focused on the ground where someone had dropped a note. Sure, the class was boring, but this wasn't high school. Meira sighed. It was really her fault, she'd started the note-passing and distractions in the beginning of the semester when she'd realized she couldn't get through this course without dying of boredom if there wasn't something else to focus on during the boring endless lectures.