“He’s wearing a gay pride t-shirt,” I blurted out. “And it’s a Jewish orthodox school he was attending. Isn’t that incredible?”
“Yes,” Grandfather agreed. “Also, do you remember where the boy’s family resided?”
I hadn’t and quickly looked. “Manhattan, on the upper West Side, just a couple of miles from the school. Then why was he in the dorm and not home that night? For that matter, why was he in the dorm at all instead of commuting.”
“Yes, yes, obvious and critical questions. If I remember correctly, Michael stated that he violated school protocol and ate in his room that night. He did not see Ori at all that day. Curious and more curious.”
I didn’t tune in to Grandfather’s musings. “So that does it?” I hurriedly asked looking at my watch and seeing it was 10:00. We were to be at the
