Here’s what’s really amazing: he hasn’t bought me any jewelry, but you know what? It doesn’t bother me. It really doesn’t, even though the old Shoshanna never would have gone for that. The old Shoshanna would have kicked him to the curb long before now. But the old Shoshanna is long dead.
The new Shoshanna is growing up. Maybe she won’t be a spoiled Jewish princess forever. Maybe she’s learning what love is.
Maybe I’ll even get my bubby to teach me how to make matzo ball soup so I can cook it for Nate. He’d love that: coming home after a hard day at work and sitting down to a home-cooked old-school Jewish meal made with love, just for him.
Nah, who am I kidding? We can always just order in Chinese.
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Love for Scale
Prologue
The bridal shop Sheri had picked for this week’s excursion didn’t carry many gowns in plus sizes. This was not unprecedented; whenever it happened, Sheri automatically got to play the bride.
Rachel tried not to sulk, but she hated being the maid of honor. Being maid of honor doesn’t really mean anything.
Only being the bride matters. Being the bride means someone is in love with you and is ready to pledge to spend the rest of their life with you.
Being a maid of honor just means another girl likes you enough to make you wear an expensive dress and shoes to match while you stand beside her, dwarfed in her radiant beauty.
So as Rachel stood and ooohed and ahhed as required at her best friend as Sheri twirled in gown after stunning gown in a perfect sample size eight, she got more and more sad.
Was she destined to only ever be the maid of honor?
Chapter 1
“Wait a minute, Mother. You signed me up for…what?” Rachel’s toast halted halfway to her mouth.
Pearl Stern exhaled loudly and took great care in buttering her toast before answering her daughter. “Speed dating. At the shul tomorrow night. It’s the latest way to meet people.” She said it as though she knew everything that was in vogue.
“I don’t need to meet people,” Rachel said, feeling the blood rush to her face. Her mother had always been something of a typical Jewish mother, always looking to play matchmaker, but this took the cake.
“Everyone needs to meet people. Why shouldn’t you?”
“Ma…” Rachel took a breath. “I’m not going to speed dating at the synagogue.”
Pearl’s smile didn’t falter even a bit. “Yes you are. We told the rabbi you’d be there and your father already paid for it on his Visa. Nonrefundable. Just think: that handsome rabbi will be there…”
Rachel rolled her eyes at her mother. “I’m not going out with a rabbi.”
“You could do worse.”
Rachel looked down at her plate of bacon and eggs. “Think about it, Ma. I’m not dating a rabbi.”
“Well, Rachel, you need to be dating somebody. You’re almost thirty; you need to start thinking about finding a husband.”
Rachel hardly needed to be reminded that she was approaching thirty, although her drama-loving mother had a tendency to round up. A lot.
“Mom, I’m twenty-seven. And I’ll find my own dates, thank you very much.” But in her twenty-seven years on the planet, Rachel had never once won a battle of wills with her mother.
Today would be no different. Pearl shook her head. “You are going to speed dating, Rachel Stern.”
And that was that.
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Table of Contents
Dating Kosher
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Epilogue
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Love for Scale
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