“And that is exactly what happened, Abba!” David told his father one evening at bedtime. “Mrs. Krupnick had made a nice upstairs apartment for Chana and her mother. When Chana’s father heard about it , he began to feel better – and he should be home soon, too.”

David’s father smiled as he hugged his son good night. “We are really proud of you and Yehudis, son, for your share in this mitzvah.”