[COMMUNICATED]
Gila Eisenbach sat at the dimly lit dining room table with her husband, conversing with him in hushed tones. They had just deposited their monthly paychecks from work, yet their bank account was somehow in the minus. And not by just a few shekalim.
“We had to buy extra groceries this month, Shmuel Tzvi,” Gila said. “It’s the Yamim Tovim. That’s just what happens every year. But…”
Her voice broke. She looked up at her husband’s kind, caring face. Then back down at the bank statement.
“What in the world are we going to do about Chani?”
Shmuel Tzvi buried his face into his wrinkled hands as his wife Gila broke down into sobs.
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