Just don’t let anyone come in don’t let anyone come in don’t let anyone come in, Gedalya silently prays
Like Yaakov Avinu, all Gedalya Silver wants is to sit in peace.
He has to review Hed Kevudah, the women’s supplement, before the afternoon deadline. But the elderly, virtually retired CEO pounces on him. Gedalya suppresses a sigh. He could only wish Bubbe Silver would still be as sprightly as the Big Boss, who at age 83 still doggedly goes to work every day and hounds his employees.
“Reb Gedalya, you can’t give up on the surgery,” the Boss says. “We’ll also help you, of course. But first of all, talk to the experts, the people who really know how to raise money.”
“It’s not really so relevant right now,” Gedalya says politely, wondering how to extract himself from this situation. It had started as a simple, “How is your daughter?” and moved quickly to the unsolicited advice stage.
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