Y
itzy looked up at the stage. Sitting behind a small table was a very holy-looking man with a long white beard. Obviously, this was the Rosh Yeshivah. On one side of him sat Yaakov Dorfman, from Rabbi Klein’s class. He waved at Yitzy. Yitzy politely waved back.
On the other side of the Rosh Yeshivah was an empty seat, obviously reserved for Yitzy.
“Come, Yitzy,” urged Rabbi Davis, “let me introduce you to Rav Millstein.”
Yitzy didn’t have any choice but to follow his rebbi up the steps to the stage to meet the Rosh Yeshivah.
