“Seriously? Today? You have to show these people the camp now, when all these kids are having a carefree, happy day?”
Chaim typed the same thing he’d found himself writing again and again over the past few weeks. Be gebentsht, don’t know what I’d do without you.
Chaim saw determination in his mother-in-law’s eyes: There was a prepared speech coming, one she’d likely been rehearsing all Shabbos
“It’s for people who have no koach, no money, or no friends,” Chaim would cheerfully tell Rivky when he’d come home, and she would gamely smile
“Chaim,” she burst out suddenly, “what’s wrong with us? Why can’t we talk like normal people? Why is everyone so testy all of the sudden?”
“I know the drill. I’m out of here. ‘Ari Harkin, let’s send him home, he’s no good, he’s not ready for camp,’” Ari said
