“Wait. Those three men we met— they were part of the gang? They were also looking for you? And you were there? Up in a tree? And we didn’t know??”
“It’s Matt — Motty,” Avi said, urgently. “We need to save him. It wasn’t his fault…”
Elchanan gave a start, then nodded vigorously. “I can’t believe I forgot about him. He saved our lives.”
Avi noticed the bewildered expressions on their fathers’ faces .
“One of the criminals, he isn’t really a criminal. He’s Jewish, he used to be frum, and then he got stuck with the gang, but he isn’t like them, he really isn’t. He helped us escape when they were trying to — whatever,” he ended lamely, suddenly realizing his father didn’t know that part of the story at all and unsure how to put it most gently.
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