“Harav Eisental said you have a job for me, something with a drug dealer and a yeshivah bochur?”
“Benny, are you around? Are you feeling better?”
“Feeling better?” Benny didn’t understand.
“Yes, your wife told Reb Motti that you weren’t feeling well, that’s why you didn’t show up the past two days.” The Rosh didn’t sound like his usual aloof, composed self.
“Right,” Benny said. Smart wife he had. “I’m starting to feel better, yeah.”
“Good,” the Rosh said, “because we need your help.”
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