“I am not. Asking. Dad. For anything.” Benny breathed in, then out, but his jaw remained clenched
Benny made sure to show up 15 minutes early to second seder. He put his hat in its usual spot and knocked on the door of the rosh yeshivah’s room.
“Come in,” came the voice.
Benny walked in and carefully closed the door behind him. This had to work.
“Ah, it’s Benny Muller,” the rosh yeshivah said. His lips turned up into a smile, but his watery blue eyes remained emotionless. “Everything okay? Second seder going well?”
“Yes, pretty well,” Benny said. The Rosh hadn’t invited him to pull up a seat. Should he just sit down anyway? It felt pretty awkward to be standing there, like a first-year guy caught misbehaving. “We have a little issue with one chavrusa-shaft, but hopefully we’ll work it out.”
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