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
The day was halfway over. And she still hadn’t heard from Benny since he’d walked out this morning “to clear his head”
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
Tziporah knew Benny was disappointed at her practicality. This party was so vital to him, it had become an obsession
These men didn’t have the life jackets, the bank transfers and guaranteed income and flights back for Pesach. They were still making it work
“I am not. Asking. Dad. For anything.” Benny breathed in, then out, but his jaw remained clenched
