“You’re not kicking him out.” Her voice softened. “You’re launching him into independent life”
“HI,Mrs. Leibenson, I’m calling to tell you that your son Yechezkel has been accepted into our group home program. He’s scheduled to move into his new apartment in three weeks. The apartment manager will be in touch with you for details. Hello? Mrs. Leibenson? Hello?”
I couldn’t speak. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
“Umm,” I croaked. “Are you sure he’s been accepted? We only started the application process a few months ago.”
“Then aren’t you lucky.” The lady’s voice warmed. “There must have been an unexpected opening.”
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