From: Naomi Nachman
Not fishing.Genuinely asking.I’d hope you’d tell me if you weren’t coming back before I had to fish for information.
To: Naomi Nachman
From: Jason Greenblatt
I’d ask you to go with me before I told you I wasn’t coming back.
To: Jason Greenblatt
From: Naomi Nachman
I’ll hold you to it.
To: Naomi Nachman
From: Jason Greenblatt
Very interesting.Also:
(attachment: photo of white man wearing white T-shirt with letters on it that say, ‘shadow squad: chef’ and a green baseball cap with a square meant to be a knish on the front)
To: Jason Greenblatt
From: Naomi Nachman
More of this please…soon?
Draft text from Naomi Nachman to Jason Greenblatt:
Maybe less too…
Part Three
Chapter Six
The Storm
Just over two weeks before the wedding of Judith Nachman and Asher Mendel
April 30th
Naomi Nachman wasin the middle of a conversation about the best ideas for bachelorette parties when her phone buzzed.Thankfully, she was with her sister in Crystal City, trying out the new Thai place and talking about Liv’s new job.Liv, of all people, would understand the need to read random text messages.
Naomi thumbed past the phone’s security screen and went to her texts.The newest one was from Samuel Levine, not Jason, who she’d not so secretly been hoping to hear from.
To: Naomi Nachman
From: Samuel Levine, sofer
We’re family.Don’t worry about it.
Naomi was lucky she’d honed her instincts after years of working in events and planning; otherwise, she would have screamed and dropped her phone on the table.Instead, she held her breath and the panic, and channeled both into the reply.
To: Samuel Levine, sofer
From: Naomi Nachman
