It was hard for Benny to sit without squirming while waiting for the menahel to speak. Rav Davidson turned his executive chair around to face the boy leaning toward him with an expression of displeasure. “What’s going on Neiman?”
Against his will tears welled up in Benny’s eyes. He bit his lower lip to keep it from trembling. Never having been called to the principal’s office before Benny knew he never wanted it to happen again.
“I asked you a question.”
Benny studied the scratches in the desk mumbling “I’m sorry.”
