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“I saw his face when he was talking with us. He’s completely brainwashed. He needs the ideas of the Jewish people to be beaten out of him!”
Mr. Greenbaum didn’t wait for Yitzy to respond. “Why don’t you and I learn together, Yitzy?” he asked. “Wouldn’t that be a great idea?”
“I don’t feel like knocking on Asher’s again,” I admitted. “I don’t want him to think I’m still trying to make friends with him”
In addition to religiously going by my never-a-dull-moment mantra, I wasn’t going to let my sickness ruin my love for life and fun
Shiri is annoyingly pretty. “But the rest of BY of B can use a little TLC,” I continue. “I mean, what is up with the Plain-Jane look?”
“It’s like the difference between setting a table with fine china, or eating straight out of a pot while standing in the kitchen”
“I’m not your son! My name is Meir son of Efraim. I am a Jewish boy on a business trip from Vienna”
Hmm, the last time something like this had happened, his mother had poured a cup of water on him! Yitzy’s eyes popped wide open
I suddenly want to freeze the moment and lock it away for every rainy, turbulent day that I know is just around the corner in my messy, confusing life
It didn’t take Tuki long to spot the two hooded men skulking around. Tuki took an immediate dislike to them
“Well, it’s not exactly a solution to the problem, but I have an idea that will please Reb Nissan and will also be fun for us!”
Courageous and eager to help his ailing family, Meir volunteered to undertake the business trip his father had been about to take right before he became sick