Simon shrunk, but Zechariah perked up. There he was! With an older man. Family business. Fascinating!

He strolled up jauntily to the stand.

“Simon! Fancy seeing you here!”

As if Zechariah even knew what a fish market looked like before now.

“Good day, sir,” he said more cautiously to the older man.

Chaim had fretted endlessly about impressing a girl’s parents, and he was beginning to understand why.