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Chana refolded the letter. It sounded innocent
enough, but somehow the fact that eight
months had passed since her husband’s
demise and not a penny of insurance money
had been released filled her with dread.
“I’ll take that as a yes, but you’re not the day without a tear, but then along been typed over five months ago. What
going to tell me anything until they’ve came something as ordinary as a piece had taken Grosshammer’s so long to
gone out twenty times and are almost of mail addressed to her husband, and put it in the mail?
ready to get engaged.” she felt as though her heart was ripping
to shreds. Chana licked her lips. The message
Faigy might pretend to be hurt, but she’d left for the firm two days ago was
Chana knew that her sister respected She was about to tear open the bar still fresh in her mind. No one had
her boundaries. mitzva invitation, as a reprieve from her returned her call yet.
gloomy thoughts, when she realized
“Faigy, I have to go.” that there was still one more envelope. Somehow, it seemed as though the
“I’ll take that to mean that the happy office was inexplicably backlogged. Had
couple has just come in the door.” Faigy Grosshammer Insurance Company. Nosson known that when he’d
laughed, but she good-naturedly She ripped open the innocuous- arranged to buy a policy there? Or
allowed Chana to get off the phone. looking envelope, a chill running down maybe this was a one-time thing and
The happy couple had not just her spine. Somehow she knew that the she ought to overlook the issue. It
walked in the door, but Chana was too letter boded no good. could even be that the post office was
wired-up to continue the conversation Dear Mrs. Schwimmer, the one responsible for the error.
with her sister. The last time Rusi had Condolences on the passing of your
been out had been so long ago, and husband, Nosson Schwimmer. Chana sighed. She so much wanted
she had forgotten the zigzag of emo- Our firm was contacted by the late to feel well provided for. To enjoy that
tions that came along with escorting Mr. Schwimmer’s son, Mr. Efrayim same sense of security and wholesome-
her daughter to the front door with a Schwimmer, who asked that the ness that she had felt when Nosson
young man at her side. Grosshammer Insurance Company was still alive. It would do so much for
Chana put down a dishtowel to roll release the sum of one million dollars her emotional well-being if she knew
out a batch of strudel dough (whole as per the late Mr. Schwimmer’s insur- that Nosson had bought a policy at a
wheat, just the way Rusi liked it). She ance policy. reputable firm. And of course, having
planned on adding chocolate chips so The freeing of any life insurance pol- the money released already would do a
that Mrs. Fruchter at the nursing home icy, and specifically those policies lot in the way of her material health.
would agree to taste a piece. It was a bit beyond the sum of two hundred thou-
of a toss-up between the health that sand dollars, require several investiga- Instead, she was left to pick up the
the younger generation preached and tions to be made. pieces on her own, and all of the red
the sweet tooth of the elderly. Our investigation committee has tape involved was wrapping itself
As Chana rolled, she kept one eye begun the clearance process already. around her brain and her emotions.
on the clock. It was ten-thirty already. You will be updated as things get under She felt so worn out by it.
Where were they? way. We greatly appreciate your forbear-
A batch of unopened envelopes ance and patience. A key in the lock and the front door
caught her attention. Rusi must have Sincerely, swung open.
deposited them there on her way in Nathan Grosshammer
from work, and in the ensuing excite- CEO “Rusi,” she called, rising to her feet.
ment of the evening, the mail had gone Chana refolded the letter. It sounded “Hi, Mom.” Rusi came into the
unanswered. innocent enough, but somehow the kitchen. There was a spring to her step
As soon as she had one batch of fact that eight months had passed and a smile on her face.
strudel up, Chana rinsed her hands since her husband’s demise and not a “Looks like everything went well,”
and sat down to peruse the mail. A bar penny of insurance money had been Chana said.
mitzva invitation from the Farkases, a released filled her with dread. Rusi nodded.
telephone bill, a banking statement, Shouldn’t this letter have been sent out Chana smiled in relief.
and a tzedaka solicitation. The letter months ago?
was addressed to Nosson Schwimmer; She reopened the letter and looked ◆◆◆
Chana bit her lip. at the date at the top. It said June 3rd.
She managed to get through most of It was November now. The letter had Six days later her smile had evapo-
rated. The shidduch was off, and it was
nothing personal. “It’s absolutely noth-
ing against Rusi as a person,” the shad-
chan explained. “It’s just that Michoel
didn’t believe that their personalities
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enough, but somehow the fact that eight
months had passed since her husband’s
demise and not a penny of insurance money
had been released filled her with dread.
“I’ll take that as a yes, but you’re not the day without a tear, but then along been typed over five months ago. What
going to tell me anything until they’ve came something as ordinary as a piece had taken Grosshammer’s so long to
gone out twenty times and are almost of mail addressed to her husband, and put it in the mail?
ready to get engaged.” she felt as though her heart was ripping
to shreds. Chana licked her lips. The message
Faigy might pretend to be hurt, but she’d left for the firm two days ago was
Chana knew that her sister respected She was about to tear open the bar still fresh in her mind. No one had
her boundaries. mitzva invitation, as a reprieve from her returned her call yet.
gloomy thoughts, when she realized
“Faigy, I have to go.” that there was still one more envelope. Somehow, it seemed as though the
“I’ll take that to mean that the happy office was inexplicably backlogged. Had
couple has just come in the door.” Faigy Grosshammer Insurance Company. Nosson known that when he’d
laughed, but she good-naturedly She ripped open the innocuous- arranged to buy a policy there? Or
allowed Chana to get off the phone. looking envelope, a chill running down maybe this was a one-time thing and
The happy couple had not just her spine. Somehow she knew that the she ought to overlook the issue. It
walked in the door, but Chana was too letter boded no good. could even be that the post office was
wired-up to continue the conversation Dear Mrs. Schwimmer, the one responsible for the error.
with her sister. The last time Rusi had Condolences on the passing of your
been out had been so long ago, and husband, Nosson Schwimmer. Chana sighed. She so much wanted
she had forgotten the zigzag of emo- Our firm was contacted by the late to feel well provided for. To enjoy that
tions that came along with escorting Mr. Schwimmer’s son, Mr. Efrayim same sense of security and wholesome-
her daughter to the front door with a Schwimmer, who asked that the ness that she had felt when Nosson
young man at her side. Grosshammer Insurance Company was still alive. It would do so much for
Chana put down a dishtowel to roll release the sum of one million dollars her emotional well-being if she knew
out a batch of strudel dough (whole as per the late Mr. Schwimmer’s insur- that Nosson had bought a policy at a
wheat, just the way Rusi liked it). She ance policy. reputable firm. And of course, having
planned on adding chocolate chips so The freeing of any life insurance pol- the money released already would do a
that Mrs. Fruchter at the nursing home icy, and specifically those policies lot in the way of her material health.
would agree to taste a piece. It was a bit beyond the sum of two hundred thou-
of a toss-up between the health that sand dollars, require several investiga- Instead, she was left to pick up the
the younger generation preached and tions to be made. pieces on her own, and all of the red
the sweet tooth of the elderly. Our investigation committee has tape involved was wrapping itself
As Chana rolled, she kept one eye begun the clearance process already. around her brain and her emotions.
on the clock. It was ten-thirty already. You will be updated as things get under She felt so worn out by it.
Where were they? way. We greatly appreciate your forbear-
A batch of unopened envelopes ance and patience. A key in the lock and the front door
caught her attention. Rusi must have Sincerely, swung open.
deposited them there on her way in Nathan Grosshammer
from work, and in the ensuing excite- CEO “Rusi,” she called, rising to her feet.
ment of the evening, the mail had gone Chana refolded the letter. It sounded “Hi, Mom.” Rusi came into the
unanswered. innocent enough, but somehow the kitchen. There was a spring to her step
As soon as she had one batch of fact that eight months had passed and a smile on her face.
strudel up, Chana rinsed her hands since her husband’s demise and not a “Looks like everything went well,”
and sat down to peruse the mail. A bar penny of insurance money had been Chana said.
mitzva invitation from the Farkases, a released filled her with dread. Rusi nodded.
telephone bill, a banking statement, Shouldn’t this letter have been sent out Chana smiled in relief.
and a tzedaka solicitation. The letter months ago?
was addressed to Nosson Schwimmer; She reopened the letter and looked ◆◆◆
Chana bit her lip. at the date at the top. It said June 3rd.
She managed to get through most of It was November now. The letter had Six days later her smile had evapo-
rated. The shidduch was off, and it was
nothing personal. “It’s absolutely noth-
ing against Rusi as a person,” the shad-
chan explained. “It’s just that Michoel
didn’t believe that their personalities
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