R abbi Eckstein called me to his office. “I have a new student for you” he said. I thought he wanted me to give some extra horseback riding sessions to one of the resident teenagers. Instead he told me about Leora.
According to her parents Leora was friendly clever a good student and fairly impulsive. She was also addicted to nosh.
I said “When you say addicted you mean—”
“Yes addicted. Her parents found a drawer stuffed with candy wrappers and her schoolbag looked like a Purim party. Her jacket pockets are a Paskesz warehouse.”
