"Yes, I got divorced recently. So what? Lots of people do, and their daughters don’t end up in the hospital from it”

Rabbi Freund’s normally placid countenance looked strained as he sat behind the desk in his office, listening to Shani’s mother’s harangue.
He’d asked Chava, as Shani’s mechaneches, to join them at the meeting, which was a fair request, but Chava wished he hadn’t. Explaining to any mother why her daughter is in the hospital didn’t bode for a pleasant meeting, and Mrs. Mandel wasn’t just any mother.
“…completely irresponsible! You dropped the ball badly. I thought I could trust you, you had such a good reputation. Now I see it’s all lies!”
Rabbi Freund tugged on his beard. “Mrs. Mandel, I certainly understand that you’re upset by what’s happened to Shani. Believe me, we all are. We all care very much about Shani.”
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