Sari shot Avi a rueful glance. They both knew full well that after the wedding, their bochurim rarely showed up again
“Wow, Reb Avi, Rebbetzin Goodman, thank you isn’t enough. This was awesome,” said Yanky, pumping Avi’s hand.
“Yeah, thanks so much. I couldn’t believe it when Yanky told me you’d take care of the vort when our parents couldn’t get into the country. He’s been telling me how much you do for him and how he loves being here.” Dassi’s smile lit up her eyes. “I can’t wait to come for Shabbos.”
Sari smiled warmly and draped her arm over Dassi’s shoulder. “Yanky’s a great guy. It was our pleasure.”
“Hey, you’re still gonna give me karate lessons, aren’t you?” Nine-year-old Shloimi seemed to appear out of
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