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Ahuva shrugged. “It’s not a big deal.”

“We received the phone call about the Waxman family less than two hours ago and according to this,” Rabbi Richman pointed at the screen, “supper is being delivered every night, the kids have rides to and from school, and the family has babysitters every afternoon for the next two weeks. Even cleaning help has been arranged.”

Ahuva smiled and high-fived her co-worker Shevy, but then her expression turned serious. “As far as I know, Mrs. Waxman has already been hospitalized. Her kids are gonna finish school in just a couple of hours, so we couldn’t really wait until tomorrow to make arrangements, could we?”

Rabbi Richman shook his head. “Unfortunately, we can’t plan in advance for a medical crisis, but Beaumont is lucky they’ve got you at Zichron Zalman.”