“Look at you, Yitzy,” said Rabbi Levinson, “your skin is pale, you’re staring down at the table, you didn’t even taste the chocolate fudge ice cream. Obviously, something is bothering you”
Wednesday evening, as the Levinsons sat around the dining room table, Mrs. Levinson immediately noticed that something was wrong. Her husband noticed it a few minutes after his wife. Something was wrong with Yitzy. His face looked pale, and the look in his eyes said that his mind was a million miles away from the Levinsons’ dining room table.
“Are you okay, Yitzy?” asked Mrs. Levinson.
“Uh-huh,” answered Yitzy as he drew a circle in his mashed potatoes with his fork.
“Are you not feeling well?” asked Rabbi Levinson. “You look a little pale tonight.”
“Baruch Hashem, I’m fine,” Yitzy murmured, without looking up from his plate.
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