Lauren’s triple was not breathing any sighs of relief tonight. It was easy pretending to not pretend to not know how orthodox women acted. She had work to do.
Wearing a white skirt, and a kiki riki shell under an otherwise not tznius blouse, she began nailing together a big crate to hide inside for the flight to Juneau. Wouldn’t her double be surprised when she jumped out and freed rivky.
Oops, almost forgot! She quickly rolled up her sleeve (tzniusly) and injected the next dose of the latest version of the shidduch crisis vaccine. “That was close”, she thought, not breathing any sighs of relief. “A few more minutes and I’d have been a NASI statistic.”