I went to a really small school. When you go to a small school you know not just the kids in your grade but most of the kids who are attending the school during the years you are there.
Friday I received word that the son of someone a few years ahead of me died. One of my sister's classmates called me and suggested that we go to New Jersey to make the shiva call together.
We met early Sunday afternoon and took the train together. The weather was nasty, perfect for our sad task.
We had a long wait for our train home.
Eventually the New York bound train arrived and took us home.
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