"I have nowhere else to be. Last night I slept in Gan Ha’atzmaut— if you call that sleeping. I nearly froze”
B
ugi was feeling good that day as he walked home from work. Although it wasn’t an easy job, it was nice working in the yeshivah kitchen. The other workers included him in their camaraderie, Yanky and Nochumku often popped in to ask how he was doing, and Chezky, the manager, had even agreed to pay him weekly advances on his salary in cash.
“Maybe I’ll end up a pampered prince myself one day,” he thought with a half-smile as he turned onto Rechov Haneviim. He reached his building, took the few steps toward his rental unit, and flinched. An inert body was lying across his doorway.
“Lulu!” he cried.
“What? Oh,” Lulu said sleepily. “I guess I scared you, huh?”
“Yes, kind of,” Bugi replied, inserting his house key into the lock. He stepped inside, turned on the light, and waited for Lulu to follow him in.
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