Enough

“Just getting the sefer.” He didn’t see the Z. Berman bag; where could it be? After a quick sweep of the room, he saw it hanging from a hook.

“Got it,” he said, settling back behind his desk. “Where are we starting?”

His stomach gave a low rumble he was glad Deedee couldn’t hear.

“Kuntres Hachesed for you. It’s called Giving and Taking in mine. I don’t know what page it is in the original version.”