Laylee’s father demands a plan about the shul, which Gavi ad-libs. He pledges half the sum to Gavi and Laylee if the community pays the other half
G avi grabbed a rake from the shed and headed toward the fresh downfall of brightly colored leaves that languished on the grass. He raked quietly while keeping an eye on the small group of teenagers huddled together on the other side of the yard. Planks of wood and nails lay scattered around them as they tried to come up with a plan.
“Hey Mr. Beloff.” Grossman walked over pencil shoved behind his ear. “Gavi.”
“Right. Gavi. So like we’re just wondering about the wood and whatever.” “Quality. I want this thing to last.”
“Right. So like thing is this is our first big job and stuff” he said slowly rubbing his shoe against the grass.
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