Ta hadn’t said a word as Rebbi had sternly, quietly, directed them to go back inside. He’d just watched, caught Avi’s eye, and given him a look that said, I’ll speak to you later
It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair.
Avi usually walked home surrounded by friends, but today, he wasn’t in the mood. He’d managed somehow to slip out of the school building undetected, avoiding even Nachy Gluck, who lived next door and was actually a genuinely good friend.
Today, he didn’t feel like walking with anyone, not even Nachy.
They wouldn’t understand. How could they? Yes, sure, they’d all heard what Rebbi had to say, the importance of shalom, graduation is coming, let’s make sure to end this year on a wonderful note. Rebbi had taken a full half hour of class time to expound on the topic, but Avi knew it wasn’t really about the class. It was about him and Elchanan.
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