Chapter 8

“It means we are probably going to be married, that’s all.” Shai sat on his bed and let out a sigh.

“Probably? You don’t seem convinced. How long have you two been going out?”

“We’re not going out. It’s not like that…how do I explain?”

“What…like your betrothed?”

“Yeah. They say she’s my bashert.”

“What’s that, like your soul mate?”

“Kinda. It means we are meant to be together.”

“Says who?” Jared felt like he was pushing his limits as a guest in Shai’s home, but he also felt like the man wanted to open up, like he had something to tell him.

“Says my parents, says her parents, says the rabbi. Pretty much everyone at our temple. Her dad’s a pediatrician at the same hospital where my dad works, and she’s in medical school. I work for my uncle and the two families have decided. They’re probably downstairs discussing it right now. They keep saying what a great match we make. And Rebekah is very nice. She sings, and plays the piano, as you heard.”