How wrong had he been. Mr. Greenbaum was anything but a silly old man. He was actually one of the most brilliant and wealthy people around
Yitzy took a deep breath as he stared at the apartment door before him.
He had passed this door thousands of times in his life. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that one day everything inside this apartment would belong to him.
Very slowly he lifted the key in his hand, and placed it gently into the lock. He could hear the gears inside the lock turning loudly as the key moved them. The lock opened.
Yitzy looked up at his parents who were standing on either side of him. They both smiled and nodded.
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