"How does he feel? Was he in the war? Is he well? Does he expect
to come home?"
Many such questions followed one another in quick succession.
Meanwhile father took me aside, and whispered into my ear: "How
about . . . . how about religion?" Out of sheer spitefulness I
wanted to worry the poor old folks a little; may the Lord not
consider it a sin on my part.
I said: "Had Rabbi Simhah the Shohet been in his place, he surely
would have withstood all temptations!" . . . .
"What, converted?!"