“Oh, come on, you guys are just being nasty,” Lieber said, and just like that, the whole conversation went from being light to being tense, and everyone got uncomfortable
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haim Harari’s brother had made money doing fix n’ flips in East Orange, so he fancied himself a real estate mogul.
“It’s not so shver — the yeshivah owns land both ways, all the way to the road, and then behind, down the creek. We can build like this…” He drew an imaginary map with his fingers. “I would say twelve, thirteen houses, and there you go. No more financial problems.”
Sensing a current of interest, he jumped off the bed and started pacing back and forth. “Bungalow colonies in the Catskills are all the same, the oilem is bored of it, Woodbourne and Fallsburg and 52. We can make Modena so hot.”
“No way.” Lorb didn’t agree. “No one is driving from the city or Lakewood all the way to Modena. You’re dreaming.”
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