"A re you sure they got it?”

“They got it all right. I threw the rock through a big window on the second floor. You should have heard all that glass shatter! I heard someone scream, too.”

“Then I guess your aim was perfect.”

The kidnappers laughed.

“Did anyone see you?”

“No. I hid behind the family’s fancy car.”

“Good.”

“A police officer ran out, but I guess the rain scared him back in. All he did was look up and down the street.”

“Perfect! We’ll give them all the next set of instructions sometime tomorrow. Then we’ll pick up the kid from that farm and make the exchange.”

“What if they don’t pay us what we want or try tricking us?”

“Then, let’s just say, they won’t be happy with the results.”



Idy turned and stretched, then opened her eyes. For a moment she wondered why she was on the bare floor. When had she fallen asleep? Then, in an instant, all traces of sleep were gone, and she sat up in amazement. The sun shone brightly through the attic window casting rainbow-colored shapes on the dreary walls. Idy stared at its splendor. She’d never seen anything like it before, and went to touch the mini rainbows. She was smiling and tracing the designs on the walls when Mrs. Renard appeared behind her.

“Well, look at this!”

Idy spun around.

“I see my punishment hasn’t taught you anything,” Mrs. Renard said. “I was sure you’d be too weak to walk, and here you are enjoying yourself and having fun.”

Idy wanted to scream. Why had Mrs. Renard come at this precise moment? “I-I’ve never seen anything colorful like these before,” she pointed to the rainbows on the wall. “I just wanted to see what it was, that’s all.”

Mrs. Renard crossed her arms. “Makes no difference to me. Fun or not, you’ll eat when your work is done, and not a moment before.”

Idy’s shoulders fell. She had hoped the woman would change her mind after a night’s sleep.

“Breakfast for the kid will be on the table for five more minutes. Keep her quiet when she’s downstairs, you hear?”

Idy watched her leave then gently woke the sleeping little girl. “Come on, Lulu. We have to hurry if you want to eat.”

“Pa’s feeling sick,” Fay said as soon as Idy stepped foot in the kitchen. “So keep that brat quiet.”

Idy didn’t care about Mr. Renard’s health. She wanted to feed Lulu and return to the attic for a peaceful Shabbos.

She reached for the tin plate, and her mouth watered at the sight of the cold grits. She set the plate on Lulu’s lap and watched her fill her little mouth.

“Milk,” Lulu said when she was finished.

Idy shook her head. “Not today. I’ll get you milk tomorrow.”

Lulu’s chin quivered and she began to cry. “Milk!” she demanded loudly.

“Better keep her quiet,” Fay said.

“Shh,” Idy said, trying to pacify Lulu.

“Milk!”

“What’s all the noise?” Mrs. Renard yelled. “Didn’t I tell you to keep her quiet?” (Excerpted from Mishpacha Jr., Issue 656)