“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

An inexperienced cook and an even more inexperienced teenage assistant — surely they could use some help