"Think of how my father feels, when he sees his youngest son going on a path that looks a lot like the one Yerachmiel took"
“Gut voch,” said Yanky, as he put the phone to his ear.
“We talked about that more than enough on Shabbos, no?”
“Well, yes, you do have what for.”
Those were the three sentences Raizele heard, and after that came a long silence on Yanky’s part. The person on the other end went into a lengthy speech, and Raizele went to put the children to bed. Bentzy went straight to sleep, while the two bigger boys launched a series of evasive tactics: Just one more chapter, okay? No? So half a chapter, then, okay? I’m not tired yet. Can’t I relax on the couch for a while, until I feel sleepy? I just want to sit and watch you in the kitchen, Ima, until the cake is ready. Oh, it’s not a cake? You’re making a casserole for tomorrow? Oh….
Raizele laughed inside, thinking that she might literally have to pick up Eliyahu and Nachumi and plop them down in their beds.
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