Now Benny knew that Kroizer and his family were just as savvy, if not savvier, than his real-estate mogul dad
Benny pulled his jacket on. For some reason the pocket felt heavy. Oh, the envelope with the rent money; he had totally forgotten about it.
“Bye, guys, see you tomorrow,” he waved at the boys heading toward the dining room.
He pulled on his helmet and checked his watch. Kroizer lived nearby, on Rechov Malachi. It shouldn’t take long to drop off the rent. He could probably still make it home in time to say goodnight to the kids.
Four minutes and three steep flights of stairs later, he was knocking at Kroizer’s door.
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