Chedva was keeping the rule— the one rule! — sitting in her seat quietly the entire lesson, but she was wrecking everything
Shaindy Brucker had to hear it from her neighbor.
She knew that Chaim wouldn’t go to the meeting last night — he didn’t care about speed bumps and stores in private homes, these made no difference to him. But he could have at least gone to hear his son say divrei Torah.
Later last night Chaim had come in from learning and asked Heshy what the derashah had been about. Heshy had laughed, but Shaindy could see he was embarrassed, as if it wasn’t Chaim’s type of speech.
A moment later, Heshy actually said that — “Ta, it wasn’t your type of speech, don’t worry about it” — which Shaindy found an odd thing to say.
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