“You just stay right here by yourself, on the beach. You’ve got to experience this, Yanky. Hisbodedus"
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his week Tzvika was going to take him someplace really special. “It’s like nothing you’ve ever tried,” he promised.
“What sort of place?” Yanky asked guardedly.
“An amazing fleishig restaurant,” Tzvika joked. “Stop making faces, I’m kidding.”
“Nu? So where are we going?”
“Wait and see. You have to experience it to understand.”
After their regular hour of learning, they got into Tzvika’s car. He drove toward the exit from Ashdod. A short drive brought them to the shoreline. The Mediterranean Sea lay along the horizon under the early winter sky. They walked toward the empty beach. It was chilly, and Yanky snuggled deeper in his coat, waiting for Tzvika’s next move.
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