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“Osher, haven’t you been taught that even when you are upset, you never run away from home?” Reb Elazar asked as he opened his huge black umbrella. “Were you never taught that?”
“I’m learning disabled, Rebbi,” Osher said, gazing at the rain that fell steadily beyond the protective boundaries of the umbrella. “I don’t grasp things easily. And even if I do get it—I forget quickly. Where are you taking me?”
“Nowhere special. I just came here.”
“The old part of Acco. I’m a little familiar with this area.”
They stood across from a sandy lot. In the middle of it stood a brick structure that was neither new or old; it looked desolate and ramshackle. Behind it were a few slats of wood, remnants of a gate of some sort, or a pen.
“What is that?” Osher squinted. “Was it once a cowshed?”
“I think it was actually a stable,” Rabbi Reiness said in a dull tone.