Benny put down the phone and returned to his Gemara. Tziporah got back to her clicking and tapping, but she had clearly been listening to every word
Benny shrugged. “Listen, I’m in the beis medrash every day. I’ve seen a lot of guys over the years. I don’t know everything, but I could tell you weren’t happy”
“Harav Eisental said you have a job for me, something with a drug dealer and a yeshivah bochur?”
She wasn’t sure why she was even dressing up to go out with this guy who’d abandoned his wife and kids
“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”
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
