Part III- submitted by annonymous age 12
Peeking out from under her glasses Mrs. Rosenthal stared disaprovingly.
"Don't tell me the school sent you?! When will they ever learn to just leave an old lady alone!" My smile wavered momentarily, but I quickly widened my lips to make it (painfully) bigger.
"Yes they sent me. So how are you Mrs. Rosenthal? How's your day going?" Deciding to make myself at home I fell back into one of the big plush chairs the
"Nosy teenager!" Mrs. Rosenthal muttered, and then a bit louder "Why do you bother with an older lady like me? Go make trouble with your friends!" The bitterness was evident in her voice.
"Maybe we can be friends!" I exclaimed cheerily, although inside that was anything but what I was feeling.
"Ha!" Mrs. Rosenthal laughed, "Your a witty one!" Then her face clouded over. "Chaim was witty too... so funny! And so full of live, just like his name... and just like his father too." Her eyes focused on a spot on the wall and seemed to travel far away, and I setteled back excitedly, anxiously waiting for a story.
"He was what... maybe three years old? Baruch had invited three men over for the Friday night seudah, and one of our guests was just picking out a zemer to sing when little Chaim'ke spoke up. 'Ma Nishtona HaLaila HaZeh Totty?' He sang out sweetly. Everyone at the table smiled. 'Chami'ke dear, we say the Ma Nishtona on Pesach... today is only Shabbos!' Baruch scooped little Chaim up onto his lap, but Chaim didn't look fazed in the least. 'But Totty really! Why is tonight diffrent?' Now Baruch looked confused, 'Well... what's diffrent Chaim'ke? I don't know? Why?' Chaim asked seriously. Ah, my Chaim'ke!" Tears glistened in Mrs. Rosenthal's eyes. An uncomftorable silence hung in the air, almost tangible. I squirmed in my seat, desperate to break it.
"Mrs. Rosenthal..." I said softly, "Would you like to tell me another story about Chaim?" My mother always told me that talking something out is the best way to solve it. Mrs. Rosenthal seemed to be jolted our of her reviere.
"Stop being so nosy! Why... why don't you just go?!" Mrs. Rosenthal wipped out an embroidered hankerchief and dapped at her eyes which burned with anger. As joyfuly as I could I skipped to the door.
"I'll see you tomorrow!"
"Ha! We'll see!" Mrs. Rosenthal looked at me strangley for a second. Not thinking twice about it I gently closed the door behind me, and turning around found an embarressed girl about my age standing right over me (I'm quite short for my age).
"I... I'm sorry!" She stutered, turing around and running down the hallway.
to be continued....
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