Since she’d visited the synagogue, two weeks had flown by, aided by a packed schedule and a general sense of discomfort over having agreed to this gig. She and Ethan had exchanged a few breezy emails about her proposed syllabus. She’d only found herself lingering over the signature line once before deciding in the end that there really wasn’t much difference between Have a good night and Have a good night! She’d never used a chipper exclamation mark in her life, and she wasn’t about to start now.
