“Did your family pick up their gas masks yet?” Moishe asked his friend Avreimi as the boys rode their bikes downWolfson Street.
“The line was too long yesterday” the boy replied. “We’re going to try again tonight.”
“We needed a baby carriage for twins just to bring all ours home” Chaim commented from the other side. “That was the only way we could carry so many boxes. Seven adult masks six youth masks and three of those mapuach things for the little kids.”
“What’s a mapuach thing?” Benny matched their speed as he squeezed his bicycle between them.
