Serial
“Harav Eisental said you have a job for me, something with a drug dealer and a yeshivah bochur?”
Serial
She wasn’t sure why she was even dressing up to go out with this guy who’d abandoned his wife and kids
Serial
“Please, my wife and kids are waiting for me. I have to get home. Just tell me where to go and what bus to wait for”
Serial
He hadn’t davened Shacharis today, never even put on tefillin. He’d been so desperate to run, to hide, that he had forgotten who he was
Serial
The day was halfway over. And she still hadn’t heard from Benny since he’d walked out this morning “to clear his head”
Serial
Tziporah opened the fridge — and saw the three boxes of miniature cheesecake trifles Benny had insisted on ordering. She didn’t want to know how much they had cost
