Eliyahu Rainden was a good friend of Bereishis; they had stayed in touch since a 16 hour stint as seatmates for a flight to the Congo. He was also well acquainted with Mrs. Norrisberg (her Brooklyn alias, as ‘Mrs. McDonald-McVeigh’ was unlikely to succeed in shadchanus) and respected her opinion highly. In short, Rainden was perfectly positioned to precipitate this pairing.
MMM called Eliyahu on his top-secret emergency direct line.
“Rainden? This is MMM. What are you up to?”
“I am only at liberty to disclose that I’m about to visit a coffee magnate and obtain an international approval form for an essential shidduch vaccine ingredient.”
“Noooooo! Listen! My wife has a shidduch idea! B and R! I can’t say anything more over the phone! Do you get it?”
“You mean the B and R mentioned in the same Chumash? That’s brilliant! Both out of the box. But in the box. Unboxed, reboxed, inboxed, and outboxed. I can’t believe no one has set them up yet!”
“Well, she says she wants a boy in learning. And if the vaccine goes through, she’ll end up marrying her father’s pick, and they’ll both be miserable. We need to stop this now!”
“I’m on it. Call you back later.”
Eliyahu Rainden immediately put out a block on processing all paperwork for the shidduch vaccine. Meanwhile, he had Rivky assigned to analyzing coffee for traces of cortisol from the sweat of badly treated underage workers.