When Shia Langsam had yawned the night before, complaining about being up for the early morning milk delivery, Chaim had been quick to offer his help.
“I have no clue. Is that really my job? And what do I know about breakouts?”
Chaim wasn’t dressed for Shabbos, like Penner, nor wearing a lime-green Ne’os Deshe T-shirt like his father-in-law. He wasn’t really sure what his role was
”Chaim, you’d better brush up on your Neos Deshe history. Once upon a time, a gazillion years ago, this was a hotel”
