“Come on! Meir’ke! What’s got into you? If you need help for Yom Tov, just say the word! We’ll all help out!”,Cut ’n Paste: Lining Up the Pieces,“Come on! Meir’ke! What’s got into you? If you need help for Yom Tov, just say the word! We’ll all help out!”
LEAVE IT TO ME Removing his glasses the gentleman wiped his tears. “Your brother didn’t waste a second. ‘Leave it to me!’ he said.” The man closed his eyes seeing the distant yesterday. “We had everything we needed that Pesach and I still have no idea how he did it”
“M eir’ke! What are you doing here?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
The sandy Jerusalem plaza was noisy and crowded. Neighborhood residents huddled around the various stands offering boxes of matzos wine and dry goods for Yom Tov all sponsored by generous souls. People heaved boxes into rickety strollers or makeshift trolleys before trundling their essentials off in quick relief. Lines were long. The waiting was awkward. It wasn’t just the Jerusalem sun that caused many to shvitz beneath their collars.
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