After a long minute, Mommy had sighed and smiled and said, “Your father means well, Yechezkel, and he loves his family”
There was the usual text — Should this voice of hate be heard? — with no real distinction between father and son, and the list of phone numbers to call, this time with Shwekey and Fried added for good measure. It encouraged the people who loved Eretz Yisrael and Am Yisrael to make their voices heard, and later that day, Gradinsky texted Shmulik.
It’s not going away, bro. I think he should do the graceful thing and say he has bronchitis or whatever. Not worth it.
Shmulik’s heart sank, but he knew that the producer was right. It wasn’t worth it.
He looked ruefully at the gym bag in his hand and decided that he would have to do this in person. He would make it to the gym tomorrow.
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