Israel Book Shop presents Chapter 31 of a new online serial novel, Dance of the Puppet, by Esther Rapaport. Check back for a new chapter every week. Click here for previous chapters. 

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She was resting much less here than in the hospital, but despite her lethargy, Adina Kotzker was satisfied. She was aware of her condition, and did not expect any major breakthroughs in just three days. Nevertheless, the feeling that she was working and progressing—even if progress meant just the slightest movement of two fingers—gave her a pleasant feeling.

But with all this, she was tired. “That’s it,” she told her husband, daughter, and son on Friday morning. “Now you’re all going home to Yerushalayim, and you’re not coming back here until Sunday. There are telephones, and you’ll be able to hear that I’m alive and well from home, too. Please don’t stay another minute.”

“Really, Ima,” Shaul protested. “You’re going to stay here alone?”

“At least let Abba stay,” Malka pleaded.

“And who will take care of him? Where will he sleep? Eat?”

“Miriam Korman lives right here in the area and has already told me that her home is open for whomever we need. She’d be very happy to host Abba.”

“Out of the question,” Adina said decisively. Her speech had improved over the past few days, even though the speech therapist had been there for only one session since Adina had arrived. “You know how hard it is for Abba to fall asleep in a strange house. He can hardly sleep in your houses.”

Shaul and Malka exchanged looks that bordered on insulted, but their mother didn’t notice. “Abba will come on Motza’ei Shabbos, and for the next week you two can come to visit whenever it’s convenient for you. You were wonderful these past three days, but now it’s time to get back to normal life, please.” Keep Reading…

Israel Book Shop presents Chapter 30 of a new online serial novel, Dance of the Puppet, by Esther Rapaport. Check back for a new chapter every week. Click here for previous chapters. 

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The phone rang in Rabbi Weinstock’s office.

“Rabbi Weinstock?”

“Oh, hello, Reb Aryeh,” Reb Yeshayahu said, recognizing the caller’s voice. “How are you?”

“Baruch Hashem, we’re thankful for every day. How are things at the yeshivah?”

“Baruch Hashem, the boys are learning very well. If you happen to be in the area, and you’d like to drop in to see the new air conditioners in the dining room, I would be very pleased.”

“Well, until then, I’ll suffice with regards from afar,” the philanthropist from Haifa said with a chuckle. “And I don’t have to mention the Yizkor board, right?”

“It’s already hanging up since the beginning of the Elul zman,” Reb Yeshayahu replied. “So, Reb Aryeh, how are you feeling? How’s the diabetes?”

“Up and down,” the caller replied. “Actually, I’m calling now about my sister’s granddaughter, from Yerushalayim. You have connections with Shaarei…um, Shaarei something High School—what’s the name again?”

“Shaarei Binah?”

“Yes, that’s it. How could I have forgotten it? You have connections there, right? Through the board or something?”

“Yes.”

“Good. So it’s like this. My sister’s granddaughter’s name is Tzipora Biderman, and she’s a good girl. She’s not so strong scholastically, but aside from that, she’s a top girl, yes?”

“I understand,” the rosh yeshivah of Shaarei Aharon said cautiously. Keep Reading…

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Rivi, from Team Mayim, was holding court backstage. “It’s a bit annoying to be the first to perform,” she declared. “After the three other teams finish, everyone will forget what we did.”

“No one will forget,” Morah Yael Braun said, suddenly appearing out of nowhere. “Don’t worry, Rivi, okay? We’re keeping track. Hurry up, girls, please. We want to start the program.”

Malka opened the chagigah by delivering a brachah from her mother to her beloved students. Yael was to close the program after the winning group would be announced. Yaffa, as expected, refused to even come up to the stage.

“I complained to Mrs. Levinsky this morning about us being drawn to go first,” Zehava whispered as she pinned the waistband of her costume skirt with a large safety pin. “She listened to me very seriously and promised to try not to forget anything. Can I tell you I think that’s going to help much?”

“Well, at least she’s fair,” Rivi grumbled, checking her gold vest in the mirror. “And there really is nothing to do about it. A goral is a goral.”

Shira, from 10a, walked into the backstage area just then. “Mayim!” she shouted angrily. “I want you at the door to the stage in one minute—is that clear? The audience is losing patience.”

“The audience will be fine,” Rivi muttered with two bobby pins stuck between her lips. “We’ll be there in a minute. No pressure, Shira, dear, okay? Your dance will start as soon as we’re all ready. Take it easy.” Keep Reading…

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After the shiur klali, Rabbi Weinstock discussed the material with an animated group of shiur gimmel bachurim who would not let him go. Dovi Brim was not one of them, but at least during the shiur he had sat in the first row, and given the impression of being focused and alert. The rosh yeshivah wondered what Mrs. Levinsky had said to him that had already had such a positive effect. He hadn’t been wrong about her. The high school had really gained from the situation, despite the unfortunate circumstances.

There was a phone call waiting for him in the office. “Levinsky,” the secretary said, raising his eyes.

“Levinsky?” Reb Yeshayahu took the phone. “Hello?”

“Shalom aleichem,” a male voice responded. “This is Elchanan Levinsky.”

Reb Yeshayahu was confused for a second, but then understood. “Aleichem shalom,” he said. “First of all, I have to say that Brim came to shiur today with renewed energy. It looks like your wife knew just what to say to him.”

Elchanan ignored the fact that his wife had abandoned the scene and left him at the forefront. “I really hope we succeeded,” he said politely. “I wanted to discuss the matter of Dovi’s music with you.”

“Music?” Keep Reading…

Israel Book Shop presents Chapter 27 of a new online serial novel, Dance of the Puppet, by Esther Rapaport. Check back for a new chapter every week. Click here for previous chapters. 

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Yaffa was late to school the next morning. Chaya had been urging her to go to the National Insurance Office for ages, and she’d finally gone to take care of it. It was pleasant to walk in the winter sun and remember the days when she’d been able to stroll for as long as she pleased. Strange; she hadn’t even appreciated it at the time.

She arrived at school at 11:05, quickly greeted the secretaries, and hurried into the principal’s office to call Mr. Shazar. She had a feeling he would deny his promise from the day before, but surprisingly, she was mistaken. A few long moments passed after the secretary’s “please wait and I’ll ask him,” and suddenly, Shazar’s hoarse voice was on the line.

“Yes, Mrs. Levinsky, good morning.”

“Good morning. I’m calling regarding those history tests for the twelfth grade at Shaarei Binah.”

He sighed deeply, and she could hear some noises through the line. Yaffa wondered if he was looking up some information on the computer, rifling through paperwork, or just eating something.

“I see…” he said finally. “Your school did not receive a formal announcement of the changes. Well, that is a different story entirely.” Keep Reading…