“I’m thinking it ought to be pretty simple to find out who leaked the documents"
F
or some time already, Raizele had been telling Yanky that there was a mistake in the pension deduction from his salary. They were taking too much, she said, and the employer’s contribution was also higher than it should be. Yanky was unschooled in these matters, but Raizele spoke on the phone with the bookkeeper at the yeshivah and pointed out the error. A few days later, Yanky was asked to come into the office and pick up a check covering the difference.
He climbed the six steps leading to the yeshivah office. The outer room, where the secretaries usually sat, was empty. From the inner room, the director’s office, urgent voices emanated.
Yanky knocked on the door, and opened it after a discreet two-second pause. Everyone in the room fell silent instantly. Shaye Langerman was there, along with the two secretaries, the rosh yeshivah, and Yanky’s father.
“I, uh, just came to pick up a check from Menachem,” Yanky murmured.
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