I slowly wrote the rest of my reply, hit send, and opened up a world of possibilities
December 2019
Nat closed his sefer, setting it carefully on the coffee table, then looked down at his chavrusa.
“That’s why we light an additional candle each night of Chanukah,” he explained. “Because as the eight days went on, the neis of the oil was more and more miraculous.”
Silence.
“Are you even listening, buddy?” he asked. “You’ve got a lot to learn, you know.”
On Nat’s chest, our tiny neis stretched, yawned, and went back to sleep. On the nearby folding table, three menorahs glowed with five flames each.
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