“Rebekah, do you know my daughter?” she asked.
I racked my brain trying to think if I’d been introduced to this coworker’s daughter. I don’t remember having been.
She continued, “Because she was asking me if I knew you.”
Oh, I thought, so I wouldn’t have met her through her mother.
Then how?
“S– is her mother-in-law.”
My eyes widened in surprise and recognition–and I nodded my head, “Okay, uh-huh.”
I hadn’t met her–but I recognize the connections now, at least.
Daughter-in-law to one of the gals in my Sunday-school-hour “flock” at church, sister-in-law to one of the girls I’m teaching to sew. Okay.
“I guess S–‘s been telling her what a great girl you are–so she’s trying to figure out who to set you up with.”
Wow, I thought, talk about assistance from unexpected quarters.
But I inclined my head and indicated that her daughter’s assistance was not unwelcome.
My coworker offered to screen potential set-ups.
With a laugh, I agreed that this also was welcome.