Mama didn’t bring Bubbe’s letter up again, so I knew we weren’t moving to Europe. There was nothing to talk about
The house was quiet when I got home. The bochurim weren’t back yet, and the little kids were asleep. Even Miriam and Elka were in their beds. Only Mama was up in the kitchen waiting for me.
“Dovid’l?” Mama called out, “is that you?”
“Yes, Mama,” I replied, stepping into the kitchen.
“Are you okay, Dovid?”
Mama looked worried. Somewhere in my chest, I felt a little flutter of panic. Did Elka say something?
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