And as she watched her children — no, her young men — she came to a decision. There was something she had to do. And it had to be done soon

“So Mama, we got to talking with Marjorie on the subway,” he began, “and would you believe she doesn’t have a place for the Sedorim?”

I will ask Dr. Samuels. I can’t live with this for months, and I can’t... I just can’t tell anyone else, not even Abe

“It’s a great opportunity, Abe. We’ll build something really important together. Think about it and get back to me”

“...and Marjorie is so good with them, and I shouldn’t complain, but Perele, I miss my kids. My life”

“I come here a lot on Sundays. It’s a great place to think about what I want from life — and what I don’t want from it”

“Papa, right now Annie can’t help anyone. She’s got to take care of herself — and the baby she’s expecting.”

“Mama, Yoel says things are getting a little out of control there.”

Annie’s face, already a little pale, whitened. “Close the hotel? You can’t. We can’t. It would kill Papa”

That quiet inner voice was followed by an unexpected realization. I care about Artie and his future: I love my brother

His friend. His good friend. The Rav’s only son. And now he has left his father’s home. A good home, a Torah home