Chaim wasn’t dressed for Shabbos, like Penner, nor wearing a lime-green Ne’os Deshe T-shirt like his father-in-law. He wasn’t really sure what his role was
B arry Penner was wearing a tightly knotted tie greeting counselors and the few parents who’d driven up their children. Hershel Levinsky sat in a huge lawn chair near where the buses were parked megaphone in hand singing out greetings and welcoming boys by name.
Chaim wasn’t dressed for Shabbos like Penner nor was he wearing a lime-green Ne’os Deshe T-shirt like his father-in-law. He wasn’t really sure what his role was.
Rivky had once come home from a chasunah and told Chaim how she’d tried to join in with the younger girls in some new dance. “I watched for a while and got the basic idea but when I tried to join it just didn’t work for me. There was a method but I wasn’t getting it. I was always off by a few beats.”
Chaim thought of that as he watched streams of boys descend from the buses: There was clearly a routine here but he was missing it.
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