C haim walked quickly through the main dining room headed for the small staff dining area.
There was a certain tenderness in the air the raw emotion of children lifted up by spending time with their parents mixed with the ache created by their parting. These boys had all raised determined faces to parents and tried to fight off tears and swallowed hard and said ‘Nah I’m fine thanks for the cereals. I’m good really thanks for coming.”
Deep down none of them were really fine Chaim knew.
Or maybe they were fine. Perhaps it was just he who was bummed out the sight of Penner and Siegel and what seemed like a stream of young loud guys walking around in a tight little huddle being shown around the camp.
