I tagged along with my father to a business meeting. The woman across the table, possibly Jewish (but not religious), laid eyes on me, then scurried off. When she returned, she proudly presented a silver framed photo of her family, circa 2002, I would guess, with her boy an acne-ridden teenager sporting a straggly soul patch.
"He's not Orthodox," she said, "but he is Jewish." She looked expectantly into my face.
I managed to summon a choked "oh" that hopefully conveyed what a nice picture it was and how lovely her son seemed.
She continued to list his many qualities—he's currently in a prominent university, almost done with his studies—accompanied by a suggestive eyebrow jiggle.
I was absolutely bewildered. Was she trying to sell me her son? Or simply swapping stories with Ta over offspring?
If she was trying to sell me her boy, would he seriously appreciate his mom's efforts to set him up with an observant Jew?
It's a new world, Golda.