What was she saying? I was confused. I didn’t say anything, because at that moment nothing felt safe or right
Chaim was slouching in the passenger seat, slack-faced, looking deliberately bored. But apparently boredom was no obstacle to his willingness to pick up a steak sandwich and fries with me. Oozing sandwich in hand, I took a deep breath and sent a quick prayer upward.
“So, I was putting away your laundry, and my hands kinda brushed up against a nice wad of cash and some papers. Can you tell me about them?” I davened that my words and tone came across as I intended, light and curious. Teens are so tricky.
Chaim looked at me, head tilted, appraising me. Please Hashem, let him trust me.
“Name, rank, and serial number. That’s all I’m obligated to tell you.” He fiddled with the sandwich wrappings.
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