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Now it was the third week, and almost all the bochurim had come. It was already a minhag

Shuey looked up. Sholom Wasser didn’t normally talk this way. Entailed? Given to understand? Was he in a courtroom?

The bochurim gave him confidence. They had made it fun again. Maybe the experts would hear that in his voice again — not just the power and range, but also the joy.

He didn’t even do his usual Matzav, weather forecast, Yeshiva World ritual. Instead he went straight to Chase

For a second, Shuey thought the boy was hurt, but when Shuey said, “Yeah, you,” Dovi’s face lit up and he stepped forward

Once Penina Wasser made up her mind about something, she didn’t do much second-guessing. She moved forward