Once the meal was served, Adam knew it was only a matter of time before the conversation would turn to him and his life or lack thereof. During the first course of matzo ball soup, everyone talked about Jeremy’s parents and other relatives. Finally, Jeremy asked, “So, Adam, how’s the law?”
The question wouldn’t have been so irritating if Jeremy weren’t a happy and successful lawyer at a huge Detroit firm. “Still love it,” he said, dripping with sarcasm.
“That’s too bad,” Suzanne chimed in. She lovingly rubbed Jeremy’s neck. “Jeremy’s really enjoying it. He’s on the fast track for partnership.”
“Good for you,” Burt added, looking directly at Adam.
“How’s the chicken?” Adam’s mother, Sandi, interrupted, knowing how much Adam hated talking about the law.
“Delicious,” everyone said, their mouths full.
“Sandi and I still talk about your wedding,” Adam’s father said to Suzanne. “You know how we love Jewish weddings. Boy, yours was one of the best. We’ve never had so much fun dancing the Hora…and the Jewish klezmer band…fabulous! So many nice Jewish people there. What a treat for us.”
“We loved it, too,” Suzanne said. “I’m volunteering at our synagogue,” she offered.
“That’s so wonderful,” Sandi said. “Doing what?”
“Helping out at the nursery school a few days a week. Benny’s going to be going there next year.”
“How did you two meet again?” Adam’s father asked, even though he basically knew the story. “Wasn’t it through a Jewish dating service?”
“Sort of,” Suzanne giggled. “It was through speed dating that was sponsored by my synagogue in Detroit.”
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