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?

Whew. He and Tziporah were lucky that they’d found this rental back when the prices were normal

Some were bleary-eyed and half asleep, but all the guys who’d completed the monthlong Friday learning program were there. It was really happening

Benny watched Dave stride purposefully toward the washing sink. His business must be doing well; he walked as though he owned this place

Best to keep it vague. The extra 800 shekel came out to a pitiful per-hour rate, and it’s not like his base salary was any better

“I always thought Fridays are the day off here in Eretz Yisrael, the day you go out with your husband after a whole week of learning”