The Whole Seven Days

“I don’t get why it has to be a full seven days.”

“Read the Book of Job. That’s where sitting Shiva comes from.”

“I’ll get right on that.”

“I don’t appreciate your tone.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“I just don’t understand why. It’s not like you’re orthodox. And who was she to you anyway, that you need to sit by her body for a week?”

“She was my mother’s oldest sister. You never met her.”

“I haven’t met anyone in your family aside from your mom.”

“I know you haven’t.”

“You think they won’t approve of me. Is that it?”

“No.”

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