At closer look, the girl was as plain as a doll made of clay. With a plump face covered with pimples, the only pretty thing about her were soft blue eyes that radiated with anticipation.
“I’m honored to meet you. My name is Yeshua.”
They stared at each other, a few feet apart, aware that their parents hoped to see sparks flying. There was not even a flicker. The chemistry was stillborn.
“What do you reckon?” Abba asked Yeshua after the guests had left.
“I guess he’s a fine man. But he’s so fat, he couldn’t even fit onto one single cushion.” Yeshua laughed.
“No, silly boy, the young lady.”
“She’s a girl,” Yeshua said, and shrugged.
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