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Win or Lose: Chapter 17

Chaim Finkelstein

Wednesday, March 13, 2019

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Yitzy’s mouth dropped open as he studied the building’s lobby. This lobby seemed to be bigger than his yeshivah’s dining room. The walls were made of polished gold marble. Beautiful crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. One wall of the lobby held a long row of elevators. Yitzy counted 15 of them. The building the Levinsons’ lived in had two elevators. He couldn’t imagine why this building needed so many. Rabbi Levinson motioned for his wife and son to follow him.

“We’re going up to the 50th floor,” he whispered to them.

“Fiftieth floor?” cried Yitzy loudly. Then he turned red when he heard his cry echo off the high polished ceiling. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand and followed his parents into one of the many elevators.

Once inside the elevator, Rabbi Levinson pushed a button that had a number 50 on it.

The elevator door closed, and it began zooming upward. Yitzy felt his ears pop. He grabbed tightly onto the handrail attached to the elevator wall.

Suddenly, the elevator came to a stop. The elevator doors slowly slid open. A dazed Rabbi and Mrs. Levinson walked out, followed by an equally dazed Yitzy. Two large glass doors stood before them. On the doors, written in bold, black letters, were the words “Greentree Management Company”.

Rabbi Levinson pushed the doors open, and they all walked in.

“Wow!” gasped Yitzy, as he looked around the office. The floor was covered with a thick white carpet. Many large, stuffed couches sat along the walls of the room. From the ceiling hung crystal chandeliers, even bigger than the ones he had seen in the lobby.

People wearing very fancy suits, holding very important looking papers, were busily rushing around in every possible direction. Down a hallway, Yitzy could see rows of very polished doors that obviously opened into important offices.

Facing the Levinsons was a very large wooden desk. Behind it sat a secretary. “Can I help you?” she asked.

Rabbi Levinson held up the letter that he had found on their doorstep. “Yes,” he answered. “We’re the Levinsons, and we were told to appear here, to speak to a lawyer.”

The secretary glanced down at the letter, then looked up again. Her eyes opened wide in surprise. “Oh,” she said. “You’re the Levinsons. We’ve been expecting you.”

The woman quickly made her way out from behind her desk.

“Follow me,” she said. “You will be meeting with Mr. Blum, in his office.”

The Levinsons nervously followed the woman to one of the office doors.

On the door, in gold lettering, were the words, “Herbert J. Blum, Attorney-at-Law.”

Yitzy read the words. “What does attorney mean?” he whispered to his mother.

“It means lawyer,” she whispered back.

“Oh,” said Yitzy.

(Excerpted from Mishpacha Jr., Issue 752)

 

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