I’d thought switching yeshivos was just a suggestion — now it was a threat
The chairs were hard. I felt like I was in trouble. I glanced at Avrumi, he seemed settled enough.
“I called you down today because something interesting came up.” The Rosh Yeshiva was stroking his beard again.
I tried to keep a poker face. There was only one interesting thing that could have come up. Avrumi cleared his throat. What a way to tell us. Rabbi Ciner, principal of the school where I’d worked before we moved, didn’t operate like this; we would’ve know what the meeting was about before we arrived.
“It seems like your Chaim has been quite the enterprising chevraman. He’s been running a business, helping the boys in yeshiva.”
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