Leah stops, keeping her distance from the grubby banister. The girl has her arms crossed. Her hair hangs loose around her neck. She needs a haircut
All Yisrael… A tentative voice springs from the corner of her mind. That would mean the scholar and the shochet. The butcher and candlemaker
Leah wonders where all the people are hiding in modern-day Lithuania. It is a far cry from the jam-packed highways leading in and out of Yerushalayim
“Yay, Daina! You haven’t been here in, like, foreverrrr!” Daina smiles and edges her way past the intimidating woman at the door
When asked to repeat it, she sings a second time, then a third. Until the man raises his palm. They’re done
The Tzaddik clutches Leibel’s hand. “Especially the daughter, Leibel. We can help her more in Eretz Yisrael. Your family, maybe, could help them?”
