“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

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

Now Benny knew that Kroizer and his family were just as savvy, if not savvier, than his real-estate mogul dad

He started his rounds. Yitz, Akiva, Eric… they were doing well. But why was Chaim sitting alone? Where was his chavrusa?