“Starting up with Avi Shine... I don’t know, Elchanan. It doesn’t feel like such a great idea to me”
“You’re not really going to tell Rebbi, are you?” Hillel Shapiro asked.
They were standing off to one side. Avi Shine and Co. were victoriously camped out on the basketball court, deep in conversation. Every so often, one of them would dart a glance back at Elchanan and his friends, then quickly turn away.
Elchanan’s breath came hard, as if he’d just run the length of the court to shoot a basket.
“Nah, I’m not.”
It wasn’t like they didn’t deserve it. Especially Avi Shine. But Tuvy Frank would be the one suspended, not Avi Shine, Teacher’s Pet, Rebbi’s Golden Boy. And it wasn’t Tuvy’s fault — or not really. Avi probably put him up to it. Avi was a huge Menachem Minko fan. He’d even been to a live concert in another city and gotten backstage after the event to shake the singer’s hand.
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