The crowd quieted. Yochi reached for a bentsher. “I’m impressed with Berkowitz,” he told Pessie quietly. “He handled it so well”
The main course was finally served, and everything was perfectly hot. Three cheers, Mr. Berkowitz, Pessie thought with a touch of pride.
But the food wouldn’t stay hot for long. Where was Yochi?
She didn’t see him anywhere in the succah tent. He was probably still in the kitchen, or talking to Binick, or to Berkowitz, or to any one of the tour staff, who knew?
She picked up her fork and ate a few bites. Filet mignon, what could be bad? She tried some of the honey-roasted rainbow carrots, fed Motti a few spoons of mashed potatoes. Yochi still hadn’t returned.
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